graceful looking; His eyes were set in a black band then curved from the bill downward, uniting with the black band across his whitish breast. His wings were mixed light brown and darker brown When he ran he looked very like a sandpiper. But he could not be, for thee was not a big creek near here. In flight he seemed an entirely different bird - his body was fuller and his tail dropped downward.
     A farmer was starting out across the field with a manure spreader and so I turned again. Thru the grove surrounding the schoolhouse opposite Pinehollow I tramped, until I came out on the Canfield Road. From here on I followed my own trail in home.
     After supper I went down for Frances, the moon, almost a half, glowed faintly thru fissures in the clouds, now shining forth clearly and now became merely a dim white spot