WILDWOOD WAYS 



big flakes gave way to a fine fall of 

 rounded sleet. Then, indeed, we got out- 

 cry the most astonishing in the oak 

 wood. The voices shrilled and fined and 

 all crepitation was lost in a vast chorus 

 of a million peeping frogs. Nothing else 

 ever sounded like it. It was as if a gob- 

 lin springtime had burst upon us in the 

 white gloom of the oak wood and all 

 the hylas in the world were piping their 

 shrillest from the boughs. 



I went home. I think it was time. 

 People used to get among goblins at dusk 

 in this way in the old country and when 

 they got back from goblin land they 

 found that they had been gone three 

 years, and I did n't care to stay away 

 so long. 



During the night the sleet changed to 

 rain which froze as it fell, and in the 

 morning the snow everywhere was but 

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