From far below the sounds voices of the ball-players, using jealously the last shreds of daylight, came up to me & proved a welcome sound. The last sounds attending dying day – the goodbyes of disbanding players; - the shout of one neighbor to another, a woman calling her boy – finally died away leaving the night in full power, with its most pulsating song, and screech owl wail.
Charles E. Burchfield, August 1920