Under the trees . Chapter XVII A SUMMER NOON HE stir of the morning hasgiven place to a silencebroken only by the shrillwhir of the locust. The distantshore lines that ran clear andwhite against the low back-ground of green have become dim and in-distinct ; all things are touched by a softhaze which changes the sentiment of thelandscape from movement to repose, fromswift and multitudinous activity to the hushof sleep. The intense blue of the morningsky is dimmed and the great masses oftrees are motionless. The distant harvestfields where the rhythmic lines of themowers have moved alert and har
Under the trees . Chapter XVII A SUMMER NOON HE stir of the morning hasgiven place to a silencebroken only by the shrillwhir of the locust. The distantshore lines that ran clear andwhite against the low back-ground of green have become dim and in-distinct ; all things are touched by a softhaze which changes the sentiment of thelandscape from movement to repose, fromswift and multitudinous activity to the hushof sleep. The intense blue of the morningsky is dimmed and the great masses oftrees are motionless. The distant harvestfields where the rhythmic lines of themowers have moved alert and harmoniousthrough the morning hours are earth silence and rest, and in the greatarch of the sky a sea of light so full andsplendid that it seems almost to dim thefiery effluence of the sun itself. In suchan hour one stretches himself under the,139
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