Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

shore in safety. Finally one I threw in, got his directions mixed and started for the farthest shore. For a short distance he went safely, and then some minnows, which abounded here,caught sight of him and began a furious attack. Finally wounded, he still continued to struggle for shore, tho his efforts were feeble. For a time he floated motionless and I thought him dead. Again he was attacked and he started feebly again for shore. He had almost reached it safely when a sudden brisk wind caught him and sent him far out into the stream. Here again the minnows assailed him and finally he disappeared, dragged under by a successful assa­ilant.

Presently I got up and delved thru a dense thicket of sap­lings and came to a cosy little hollow where I sat under a tree. It was pleasant there. The late afternoon sun sparkled thru the screen of leaves, and the dying wind rustled ever so softly. Locusts kept up a continual riotous chorus. They apparently had so some prearranged