The Confessions of a Poacher. 89 



margin he was soon asleep. The fumes dulled 

 his senses, and in his restless sleep he had 

 rolled on to the stones. In the morning the 

 Limestone Burner coming to work found a 

 handful of pure white ashes. A few articles 

 were scattered about, and he guessed the rest. 

 And so the " Otter" went to God , . . , IV 

 storm cleared, and the heavens were calm. In 

 the sky, on the air, in the blades of grass were 

 signs of awakening life. Morning came bright 

 and fair, birds flew hither and thither, and the 

 autumn flowers stood out to the sun. All 

 things were glad and free, but one wretched 

 stricken thing. 



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