268 THE LOG OF THE SUN 



■wing covers — ' ' Tcaty-didn't — haty-did — Jcate — y ' ' 

 — and the succeeding moment of silence is broken 

 by the sharp rattle of a woodpecker. We shake 

 off every dream of the summer and brace our- 

 selves to meet and enjoy the keen, invigorating 

 pleasures of winter. 



