Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

varieties in size and in flight, their flight being slower and more graceful. A sense of satisfaction came over me when I had solved the puzzle.

     From here I crossed the Pasture-field. At the trough, a frog, startled at my approach went “Blung” in the pool. As I entered Locust Grove, fear first possessed me. In here I seemed shut off from everything, the black wierd trees formed an impass­ible barrier - in here was no friendly sound of katy did. With the help of the imagination, a tree trunk, a limb on a bush might be any­thing horrible. To come out again into the comparative open near the Chestnuts was a relief. Daylight was still lingering in the open. From the chestnuts I cut across the field toward the south­east corner of Bentley’s. Thru fluffy puffs of tall grass seed­-heads I strode, and climbing a fence came out into the pasture field between Bentley’s and Farquhar's.