The Century illustrated monthly magazine . THE WINTER FIELDS. WINDS here, and sleet, and frost that bites like low, bleak hill rounds under the low sky. Naked of flock and fold the fallows lie. Thin-streaked with meager drift. The gusts revealBy fits the dim, gray snakes of fence that steal Through the white dusk. The hill-foot poplars sigh. While storm and death with winter trample by; And the iron fields ring sharp, and blind hghts , in the lonely ridges, wrenched with pain, Harsh, solitary hillocks, bound and dumb. Grave glebes, close-lipped beneath the scourge and chain,L
The Century illustrated monthly magazine . THE WINTER FIELDS. WINDS here, and sleet, and frost that bites like low, bleak hill rounds under the low sky. Naked of flock and fold the fallows lie. Thin-streaked with meager drift. The gusts revealBy fits the dim, gray snakes of fence that steal Through the white dusk. The hill-foot poplars sigh. While storm and death with winter trample by; And the iron fields ring sharp, and blind hghts , in the lonely ridges, wrenched with pain, Harsh, solitary hillocks, bound and dumb. Grave glebes, close-lipped beneath the scourge and chain,Lurks hid the germ of ecstasv, the sum Of life that waits on summer, till the rain Whisper in April and the crocus come. Charles G. D. Roberts, SANCHO OME years ago I passedmy summer vacation in thenorth of Spain, studyingthe battle-grounds of thehist Cariist war. Sketchingand collecting notes, I loi-tered about the picturesquetowns which, by the lossof their ancient charters, had paid so high aprice for their loyalty to Don Carlos, untileventually I reached Iriin, where I remaineda week. During the daytime the large, low-studded eating-room of the inn was entirelydeserted, but towards evening quite a numberof men were in the habit of dropping in singlyor in groups, and a few minutes later thenoise became deafening. Among these guestsI noticed especially a fine-looking, rather silentperson, who, to judge from the deference withwhich the others treated him, must have beena local celebrity. His face was apparentlycut in two by an irregular scar, rather fright-ful to look at until he smiled, when the uglypurplish lines seemed to disappear in thewrinkles about his mouth. I was anxious toget a good sketch of him, but succeeded onlyafter
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