SWAYING TREE TOPS 



of the night insects, which, while it 

 brushes away the silence, yet inter- 

 feres not with hearing distant sounds 

 should they come. But there are no 

 distant sounds. All is one big world 

 of silent moonlighted ridge, valley, 

 and mountain. 



As the evening wears on to mid- 

 night a vapor collects in the valley 

 along the river, whose winding course 

 is thus detected, where it swings out 

 of the north, and making the turn of 

 Moccasin Bend, at last rushes from 

 sight westward through the narrows. 

 The vapor increases until it enfolds 

 all lesser elevations than the one from 

 which I watch. The city lights dis- 

 appear. The incline car on the 

 opposite mountain drops down a 

 third its way and then is gone. The 



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