There is a good deal of grass in the lower paddock.

I am glad we had the forethought not to feed it down.

Well, fire or no fire, I shall go to bed." We went to bed, and, in spite of anxiety, mosquitoes, and heat, I feel asleep.

In the grey morning I was awakened, nearly suffocated, by a dull continuous roar.

It was the wind in the chimney.