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           Andtheywalkedthroughtheforest,Fatherverytall,Douglasmovinginhisshadow,andTom,verysmall,trottinginhisbrother’sshade. Theycametoalittleriseandlookedahead. Here,here,didtheysee?Fatherpointed. Herewaswherethebigsummer-quietwindslivedandpassedinthegreendepths,likeghostwhales,unseen. 

           Douglaslookedquickly,sawnothing,andfeltputuponbyhisfatherwho,likeGrandpa,livedonriddles. But...But,still...Douglaspausedandlistened. 

           Yes,something’sgoingtohappen,hethought,Iknowit! 

           "Here’smaidenhairfern,"Dadwalked,thetinpailbellinginhisfist. "Feelthis? "Hescuffedtheearth. "Amillionyearsofgoodrichleafmoldlaiddown.Thinkoftheautumnsthatgotbytomakethis." 

           "Boy,IwalklikeanIndian,"saidTom. "Notasound." 

           Douglasfeltbutdidnotfeelthedeeploam,listening,watchful. We’resurrounded!hethought. It’llhappen! What? Hestopped. Comeout,whereveryouare,whateveryouare!hecriedsilently. 

           TomandDadstrolledonthehushedearthahead. 

           "Finestlacethereis,"saidDadquietly. 

           Andhewasgesturingupthroughthetreesabovetoshowthemhowitwaswovenacrosstheskyorhowtheskywaswovenintothetrees,hewasn’tsurewhich. Butthereitwas,hesmiled,andtheweavingwenton,greenandblue,ifyouwatchedandsawtheforestshiftitshummingloom. Dadstoodcomfortablysayingthisandthat,thewordseasyinhismouth.