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rk） as thoroughly； I think； as ever I enjoyed any meal。
How little we knowwe who dread lifehow much there is in life！
My activities around the fire had warmed me to the bone； and after I was well through with my meal I gathered a plentiful supply of wood and placed it near at hand； I got out my waterproof cape and put it on； and； finally piling more sticks on the fire； I sat down comfortably at the foot of the tree。
I wish I could convey the mystery and the beauty of that night。 Did you ever sit by a campfire and watch the flames dance； and the sparks fly upward into the cool dark air？ Did you ever see the fitful light among the tree…depths； at one moment opening vast shadowy vistas into the forest； at the next dying downward and leaving it all in sombre mystery？ It came to me that night with the wonderful vividness of a fresh experience。
And what a friendly and companionable thing a campfire is！ How generous and outright it is！ It plays for you when you wish so be lively； and it glows for you when you wish to be reflective。
After a while； for I did not feel in the least sleepy； I stepped out of the woods to the edge of the pasture。 All around me lay the dark and silent earth； and above the blue bowl of the sky； all glorious with the blaze of a million worlds。 Sometimes I have been oppressed by this spectacle of utter space； of infinite distance； of forces too great for me to grasp or understand； but that night it came upon me with fresh wonder and power； and with a sense of great humility that I belonged here too； that I was a part of it alland would not be neglected or forgotten。 It seemed to me I never had a moment of greater faith than that。
And so； with a sense of satisfaction and peace； I returned to my fire。 As I sat there I could hear the curious noises of the woods； the little droppings； cracklings； rustlings which seemed to make all the world alive。 I even fancied I could see small bright eyes looking out at my fire； and once or twice I was almost sure I heard voiceswhisperingperhaps the voices of the woods。
Occasionally I added； with some amusement； a few dry pages of Montaigne to the fire； and watched the cheerful blaze that followed。
〃No；〃 said I； 〃Montaigne is not for the open spaces and the stars。 Without a roof over his head Montaigne wouldwell； die of sneezing。〃
So I sat all night long there by the tree。 Occasionally I dropped into a light sleep； and then； as my fire died down； I grew chilly and awakened； to build up the fire and doze again。 I saw the first faint gray streaks of dawn above the trees； I saw the pink glow in the east before the sunrise； and I watched the sun himself rise upon a new day
When I walked out into the meadow by daylight and looked about me curiously； I saw； not forty rods away； the back of a barn。
〃Be you the fellow that was daown in my cowpasture all night？〃 asked the sturdy farmer。
〃I'm that fellow；〃 I said。
〃Why didn't you come right up to the house？〃
〃Well〃 I said； and then paused。
〃Well 。 。 。〃 said I。
CHAPTER VIII。 THE HEDGE
Strange； strange； how small the big world is！
〃Why didn't you come right into the house？〃 the sturdy farmer had asked me when I came out of the meadow where I had spent the night under the stars。
〃Well；〃 I said； turning the question as adroitly as I could； 〃I'll make it up by going into the house now。〃
So I went with him into his fine； comfortable house。
〃This is my wife；〃 said he。
A woman stood there facing me。 〃Oh！〃 she exclaimed； 〃Mr。 Grayson！〃
I recalled swiftly a childa child she seemed thenwith braids down her back； whom I had known when I first came to my farm。 She had grown up； married； and had borne three children； while I had been looking the other way for a minute or two。 She had not been in our neighborhood for several years。
〃And how is your sister and Doctor McAlway？〃
Well； we had quite a wonderful visit； she made breakfast for me； asking and talking eagerly as I ate。
〃We've just had news that old Mr。 Toombs is dead。〃
〃Dead！〃 I exclaimed； dropping my fork； 〃old Nathan Toombs！〃
〃Yes； he was my uncle。 Did you know him？〃
〃I knew Nathan Toombs；〃 I said。
I spent two days there with the Ransomes； for they would not hear of my leaving； and half of our spare time； I think； was spent in discussing Nathan Toombs。 I was not able to get him out of my mind for days； for his death was one of those events which prove so much and leave so much unproven。
I can recall vividly my astonishment at the first evidence I ever had of the strange old man or of his work。 It was not very long after I came to my farm to live。 I had taken to spending my spare eveningsthe long evenings of summerin exploring the country roads for miles around； getting acquainted with each farmstead； each bit of grove and meadow and marsh； making my best bow to each unfamiliar hill； and taking everywhere that toll of pleasure which comes of quiet discovery。
One evening； having walked farther than usual； I came quite suddenly around a turn in the road and saw stretching away before me an extraordinary sight。
I feel that I am conveying no adequate impression of what I beheld by giving it any such prim and decorous name asa Hedge。 It was a menagerie； a living； green menagerie！ I had no sooner seen it than I began puzzling my brain as to whether one of the curious ornaments into which the upper part of the hedge had been clipped and trimmed was made to represent the head of a horse； or a camel； or an Egyptian sphinx。
The hedge was of arbor vite and as high as a man's waist。 At more or less regular intervals the trees in it had been allowed to grow much taller and had been wonderfully pruned into the similitude of towers； pinnacles； bells； and many other strange designs。 Here and there the hedge held up a spindling umbrella of greenery； sometimes a double umbrellaa little one above the big oneand over the gateway at the centre； as a sort of final triumph； rose a grandiose arch of interlaced branches upon which the artist had outdone himself in marvels of ornamentation。
I shall never forget the sensation of delight I had over this discovery； or of how I walked； tiptoe； along the road in front； studying each of the marvellous adornments。 How eagerly； too； I looked over at the house beyonda rather bare； bleak house set on a slight knoll or elevation and guarded at one corner by a dark spruce tree。 At some distance behind I saw a number of huge barns； a cattle yard and a siloall the evidences of prosperitywith well…nurtured fields； now yellowing with the summer crops； spreading pleasantly away on every hand。
It was nearly dark before I left that bit of roadside； and I shall never forget the eerie impression I had as I turned back to take a final look at the hedge； the strange； grotesque aspect it presented there in the half light with the bare； lonely house rising from the knoll behind。
It was not until some weeks later that I met the owner of the wonderful hedge。 By that time； however； having learned of my interest； I found the whole countryside alive with stories about it and about Old Nathan Toombs； its owner。 It was as though I had struck the rock of refreshment in a weary land。
I remember distinctly how puzzled was by the stories I heard。 The neighbourhood portraitand ours is really a friendly neighbourhoodwas by no means flattering。 Old Toombs was apparently of that type of hard…shelled； grasping； self…reliant； old…fashioned farmer not unfamiliar to many country neighbourhoods。 He had come of tough old American stock and he was a worker； a saver； and thus he had grown rich； the richest farmer in the whole neighbourhood。 He was a regular individualistic American。
〃A dour man；〃 said the Scotch Preacher； 〃but justyou must admit that he is just。〃
There was no man living about whom the Scotch Preacher could not find something good to say。
〃Yes； just；〃 replied Horace； 〃but hardhard； and as mean as pusley。〃
This portrait was true enough in itself； for I knew just the sort of an aggressive； undoubtedly irritable old fellow it pictured； but somehow； try as I would； I could not see any such old fellow wasting his moneyed hours clipping bells； umbrellas； and camel's heads on his ornamental greenery。 It left just that incongruity which is at once the lure； the humour； and the perplexity of human life。 Instead of satisfying my curiosity I was more anxious than ever to see Old Toombs with my own eyes。
But the weeks passed and somehow I did not meet him。 He was a lonely； unneighbourly old fellow。 He had apparently come to fit into the community without ever really becoming a part of it。 His neighbours accepted him as they accepted a hard hill in the town road。 From time to time he would foreclose a mortgage where he had loaned money to some less thrifty farmer； or he would extend his acres by purchase； hard cash down； or he would build a bigger barn。 When any of these things happened the community would crowd over a little； as it were； to give him more room。 It is a curious thing； and tragic； too； when you come to think of it； how the world lets alone those people who appear to want to be let alone。 〃I can live to myself；〃 says the unneighbourly one。 〃Well； live to yourself； then；〃 chee