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Title: Roof and meadow
Year: 1904 (1900s)
Authors: Sharp, Dallas Lore, 1870-1929
Subjects: Birds
Publisher: New York, The Century co.
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: The Library of Congress

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d. The sun had gone down behind the hill 5 theflame had faded from the sky, and over therim of the circling slopes poured the soft, cooltwilight, with a breeze as soft and cool, and aspirit that was prayer. Drifting across thepond as gently as the gray half-light fell ashower of lint from the willow catkins. Theswallows had left; but from the leafy darknessof the copse in front of me, piercing the dreamy,foamy roar of the distant dam, came the notesof a wood-thrush, pure, sweet, and peaceful,speaking the soul of the quiet time. My boatgrated softly on the sandy bottom of the coveand swung in. Out from the deep shadow of thewooded shore, out over the pond, a thin white10 ( 145 ) veil was creeping—the mist, the breath of thesleeping water, the spirit of the stream. Andaw^ay up the creek a distorted, inarticulatesound—the hoarse, guttural croak of the greatblue heron, the weird, uncanny cry of the night,the mock, the menace of the tangled, untamedswamp ! (146) THE DRAGON OF THE SWALE
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THE DRAGON OF THE SWALE MY patli to Cubby Hollow ran aloug a tum-bling worm-fence, down a gravelly slope,and across a strip of swale, through which flowedthe stream that farther on widened into theHollow. A small jungle of dog-roses, elder, andblackberry tangled the banks of the stream,spreading into flanks of cinnamon-fern that creptwell up the hillsides. As I descended the gravelly slope, my path ledthrough the ferns into a tunnel of vines, to arail over the water, and on up to the woods. Bythe middle of June the tangle, except by thehalf-broken path, was almost rabbit-proof. The(149) rank ferns waved to my chin, and were so thickthat they left little trace of my passing until latein the summer. This bit of the swale from the lower edge ofthe gravelly slope to the edge of the woods onthe opposite slope was the lair of a dragon. Mypath cut directly across it. Perhaps the dragon had been there ever sinceI had known the swale, and summer after sum-mer had allowed me to cross unchalleng

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