A Kentucky cardinal ; and, Aftermath . IV. AST summer I felled adead oak in the woodsand had the heart ofhim stored away formy winter fuel: aseries of burnt-offer-ings to the worshipfulspirit of my hearth-stone. There should 233 have been several of these offerings already,for October is almost ended now, and it isthe month during which the first cool nightscome on in Kentucky and the first fires arelighted. A few twilights ago I stood at my yard gatewatching the red domes of the forest fade intoshadow and listening to the cawing of crowsunder the low gray of the sky as they hurriedhome. A chi
A Kentucky cardinal ; and, Aftermath . IV. AST summer I felled adead oak in the woodsand had the heart ofhim stored away formy winter fuel: aseries of burnt-offer-ings to the worshipfulspirit of my hearth-stone. There should 233 have been several of these offerings already,for October is almost ended now, and it isthe month during which the first cool nightscome on in Kentucky and the first fires arelighted. A few twilights ago I stood at my yard gatewatching the red domes of the forest fade intoshadow and listening to the cawing of crowsunder the low gray of the sky as they hurriedhome. A chill crept over the earth. It was afitting hour; I turned in-doors and summonedGeorgiana. We will light our first fire together, I said,straining her to my heart. Kneeling gayly down, we piled the wood inthe deep, wide chimney. Each of us thenbrought a live coal, and together we started theblaze. I had drawn Georgianas chair to oneside of the fireplace, mine opposite ; and withthe candle still unlit we now sat silently watch-ing the flame s
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