The blue of the grass had changed to yellow-green.

The marsh birds twittered and swarmed about the brook and upon the bushes that glittered with dew and cast long shadows.

A hawk woke up and settled on a haycock, turning its head from side to side and looking discontentedly at the marsh.

Crows were flying about the field, and a bare-legged boy was driving the horses to an old man, who had got up from under his long coat and was combing his hair.

The smoke from the gun was white as milk over the green of the grass.