Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

tree nearby and proceeded to try to pull the colors in.  But I had miscalculated the distance, for the branch would not reach it.  Suddenly something got in the light and cast me in darkness, while elsewhere the light shown as before.  This made it possible for me to be seen more clearly (the light no longer shining in the eyes of those directly below me) as was evidenced by someone shouting “He hasn’t got ‘em yet!”.

No, “he didn’t have ‘em yet” and I didn’t see how I was going to.  But I hadn’t given up yet.  Just then a rather brisk wind from the southeast struck my face.  What a fool I had been, I thought to myself!  The colors about a yard or less long, hung down about two feet and the wind