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Show Page 255 as though I walked in a dreamworld. Yet the man at my side was real and the hand encircling my own was warm and comforting The rising sun warmed the earth, and it became wreathed with curls of mist that swirled about us as we walked toward the fog-enshrouded river and the boat that awaited there to carry us to Martin's Hundred. Even the sight of the burial party going about its gruesome task did naught to steal the serenity from my morning. At last we were on board and our bundles were being passed to us. With much waving and crying of farewell, we pulled away from the shore and struck out for the middle of the Barnes. The sail thrust upward into the mist, which clung to my face and mingled with my tears of joy. Then, just as those waving farewell on shore faded into that shifting veil, the sun broke through and we sailed on down the river in a haze of gold. ******************** August, 1625 We had a light rain this afternoon and now the steam rises from the ground like wraiths from an open grave. Soon it will be time to begin the evening meal. Already little |
