ANTOINE AND ANGELIQUE
"The birds are going south, Antoine--see--and it is so early!"
"Yes, Angelique, the winter will be long."
There was a pause, and then: "Antoine, I heard a child cry in the night,
and I could not sleep."
"It was a devil-bird, my wife; it flies slowly, and the summer is dead."
"Antoine, there was a rushing of wings by my bed before the morn was
breaking."
"The wild-geese know their way in the night, Angelique; but they flew by
the house and not near thy bed."
"The two black squirrels have gone from the hickory tree."