The child threw down his dinner horn, whistled to his dog and started.  Springing up from where he had been watching every expression of his master’s face, the shaggy collie bounded around him as he moved across the lawn, while the woman watched them with a proud and happy smile.  They had scarcely entered the long lane leading to the pasture, when a woodchuck shambled out of the corner of the fence and ran lumbering into his burrow.  Rushing excitedly after him the child clapped his hands and shouted:  “Dig him out!  Dig him out, Shep!” Tearing up the ground with his paws and thrusting his head down into the subterranean chamber, the obedient collie yelped and whined.  Then backing out and plunging in once more, he yelped and whined again.  The hole was too deep or the time too short and the boy became discouraged.  Moving reluctantly away he chidingly summoned his companion to follow him.  The dog, humiliated by his failure, obeyed, and sheepishly licked his mouth with his long, red tongue.

By this time the sun’s disk had sunk behind the hills, its trailing glory lingering above their summits while slowly in the sky faded continents, mountains and spires.  The day had died regretfully upon a couch o’erhung with gorgeous canopies, and the ensanguined bier still seemed to tremble with his last sigh.  Birds in the tops of trees and crickets beneath the sod were giving expression to the emotions of the sad heart of the great earth in melancholy evening songs.  The odors of peach and apple blossoms, wafted by gentle breezes from distant orchards, made the valley fragrant as an oriental garden.  The soothing influence of the approaching night subdued the effervescent spirits of the lad, and he began to walk softly, as do nuns in the aisles of dim cathedrals or deer in the pathways of the moonlit forest.  These few moments between twilight and dark are pregnant with a mysterious holiness and it is doubtful if the worst of men could find the courage to commit a crime while they endure.

Unutterable and incomprehensible emotions were awakened in the soul of the boy by the stillness and beauty of the evening world.  His senses were not yet dulled nor his feelings jaded.  Through every avenue of his intelligence the mystery of the universe stole into his sensitive spirit.  If a breeze blew across the meadow he turned his cheek to its kiss; if the odor of spearmint from the brookside was wafted around him he breathed it into his nostrils with delight.  He saw the shadow of a crow flying across the field and stopped to look up and listen for the swish of her wings and her loud, hoarse caw as she made her way to the nesting grounds; then he gazed beyond her, into the fathomless depths of the blue sky, and his soul was stirred with an indescribable awe.  Everything filled him with surprise, with wonder and with ecstasy,—­the glowing sky above the western hills, the new pale crescent of the silver moon, the heavy-laden honey bees eagerly hastening home, the long shadows lying across his path, the trees with branches swaying in the evening breeze, the cows with bursting udders lowing at the bars.