NURSLINGS OF THE SKY 



CHOOSE a hill country for storms. 

 There all the business of the weather 

 is carried on above your horizon and loses 

 its terror in familiarity. When you come 

 to think about it, the disastrous storms are 

 on the levels, sea or sand or plains. There 

 you get only a hint of what is about to hap- 

 pen, the fume of the gods rising from their 

 meeting place under the rim of the world ; 

 and when it breaks upon you there is no 

 stay nor shelter. The terrible mewings 

 and mouthings of a Kansas wind have the 

 added terror of viewlessness. You are 

 lapped in them like uprooted grass ; sus- 

 pect them of a personal grudge. But the 

 storms of hill countries have other busi- 

 ness. They scoop watercourses, manure 

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