FIVE
Wind and Waves
When I awoke on the morning after the last described
arrival at "home," I thought of the angry glow in the
east at sunrise of the day before. It had been cold again
over night, so cold that in the small cottage, whatever
was capable of freezing, froze to its very core. The
frost had even penetrated the hole which in this "teacher's
residence" made shift for a cellar, and, in spite of
their being covered with layer upon layer of empty bags,
had sweetened the winter's supply of potatoes.
But towards morning there had been a let-up, a sudden
rise in temperature, as we experience it so often,
coincident with a change in the direction of the wind,
which now blew rather briskly from the south, foreboding
a storm.
I got the horses ready at an early hour, for I was going
to try the roundabout way at last, forty-five miles of
it; and never before had I gone over the whole of it in
winter. Even in summer I had done so only once, and that
in a car, when I had accompanied the school-inspector on
one of his trips. I wanted to make sure that I should be
ready in time to start at ten o'clock in the morning.
Pages:
133
134
135
136
137
138
139
140
141
142
143
144
145
146
147
148
149
150
151
152
153
154
155
156
157