Ashestoodthere，feelingthewindlifthishair，listeningtothecrickets’ever-presentcrying，andfacingthemajestyofspace，astrangesadnessanddespaircameintohiseyes。
Drawingaquickbreath，heleapedthefenceandwasaboutgoingonuptheroad，whenheheard，atalittledistance，thesoundofadroveofcattleapproaching，andhestoodasidetoallowthemtopass。Theysnuffedandshiedatthesilentfigurebythefence，andhurriedbywithsnappugheels-apeculiarsoundthatmadethemansmilewithpleasure。
Anoldmanwasdrivingthecows，cryingout：
“St，boy，there!Goon，there。Whay，boss!“
Willknewthathard-featured，wiryoldman，nowenteringhissecondchildhoodandbeginningtolimppainfully。Hehadhishandsfullofhardclodswhichhethrewimpatientlyatthelumberinganimals。