FARM-YARD STUDIES 



WE were tied up for the night. Dusk aud 

 the swamp silence had settled — settled 

 with a distinctness and presence almost super- 

 natural. A banjo had been twanging, but the 

 breakdown was done, the shuffling feet quiet. 

 The little cotton-boat had liecome a part of the 

 moonlit silence and the river swamp. 



Two or three roustabouts were sitting atop 

 the rosin-barrels near by, under the spell, appa- 

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