68 MY DEVON YEAR 



cots began to send incense of blue peat-smoke aloft ; 

 dogs barked musically and brought up the fuU- 

 uddered kine from their nightly places ; and man 

 last of all arose and went forth to justify his 

 wakening. 



I met him then, and there sounded gladness in his 

 voice, benevolence in his greeting ; for the sun was 

 very warm, and the month was May, and the air 

 seemed good to dwell in for all created things that 

 breathe it. 



