THE LONG TRAIL 



things were black he would often quote 

 Jasper Petulengro in Borrow's Laven- 

 gro: "Life is sweet, brother. . 

 There's day and night, brother, both sweet 

 things; sun, moon, and stars, all sweet 

 things ; . . . and likewise there's a wind 

 on the heath," and would add: "Yes, 

 there's always the wind on the heath." 

 From where he sat he looked across the 

 fields to the dark woods, and over the tree- 

 tops to the bay with the changing twin- 

 kling lights of the small craft ; across the 

 bay to the string of lamps along the cause- 

 way leading to Centre Island, and beyond 

 that again Long Island Sound with occa- 

 sionally a "tall Fall Steamer light." For 

 a while father would drink his coffee in 

 silence, and then his rocking-chair would 

 start creaking and he would say: "Do you 

 remember that night in the Sotik when 

 the gunbearers were skinning the big 

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