42/48 Everywhere there is dying. "I am happier than the happiest!" The wood thinned into glades where the shadows of beech and maple were beginning to be long upon the grass; then, in the afternoon light, the coach entered open country, fields of ox-eyed daisies, and tall pine trees standing singly. "I never saw the house." "It is there where the smoke rises beyond that tobacco-field," answered Rand. "All the tobacco shall be changed into wheat." They came in sight of the house,--a long storey-and-a-half structure of logs, with two small porches and a great earthen chimney. Pine trees gave a scanty shade. |