Travels with a donkey in the Cevennes . VALLEY OK THE MIMEXTE VALLEY OF THE MIMENTE in a red precipice tufted with heather. Thesun had left the highest peak in front of me,and the valley was full of the lowing soundof herdsmens horns as they recalled theflocks into the stable, when I spied a bightof meadow some way below the roadway inan angle of the river. Thither I descended,and, tying Modestine provisionally to a tree,proceeded to investigate the grey pearly evening shadow filled theglen; objects at a little distance grew indis-tinct and melted bafflingly into each other;and
Travels with a donkey in the Cevennes . VALLEY OK THE MIMEXTE VALLEY OF THE MIMENTE in a red precipice tufted with heather. Thesun had left the highest peak in front of me,and the valley was full of the lowing soundof herdsmens horns as they recalled theflocks into the stable, when I spied a bightof meadow some way below the roadway inan angle of the river. Thither I descended,and, tying Modestine provisionally to a tree,proceeded to investigate the grey pearly evening shadow filled theglen; objects at a little distance grew indis-tinct and melted bafflingly into each other;and the darkness was rising steadily like anexhalation. I approached a great oak whichgrew in the meadow, hard by the riversbrink; when to my disgust the voices ofchildren fell upon my ear, and I beheld ahouse round the angle on the other had half a mind to pack and be goneagain, but the growing darkness moved meto remain. I had only to make no noiseuntil the night was fairly come, and trustto the dawn to call me early in the morn-
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