An "Indian Summer" Dream 



you are a boy, and safe and snug inside 

 the house, but somehow in those woods 

 that night they were uncomfortably 

 close at times and busy, and by and 

 by two great big yellow eyes peered at 

 us out of the blackness of a thicket. 

 Maybe it was Reynard, the fox. We 

 knew he lived up there somewhere, 

 but whoever or whatever it was turned 

 tail quickly enough when we shouted, 

 and we heard him beat a quick retreat. 

 It was not long then, as a matter of 

 course, before we all began seeing 

 things in the outer edges of the fire- 

 light; nothing definite, to be sure, but 

 fantastic shapes that disappeared as 

 quickly as they came. Then came a 

 call from old Brer Skunk. There was 

 no mistaking his identity, but he was 

 too familiar a friend to excite particular 

 comment. But still no Indians! By 

 and by the Sandman came, and one 

 by one, as the fire burned lower and 

 lower, we must have drifted quite un- 

 consciously into Dreamland. My 

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