It swept along the valley from the west, plucking at the few tattered leaves which still dangled on the trees, and carrying them high across the sky.Īfter the long cold, when all the earth had been hidden under the dead brilliance of snow, the air was wonderfully exhilarating. He walked over towards the river.ĭown there on the open ground he felt the full force of the gale. But the river is its master, and the river can be strong.ĭouglas crossed the road and went down the steep bank onto the haugh. That is the haugh, a gentle place, an oasis of flatness between the steep hills. It is a perfect arc, a half-drawn bow which encloses nearly a mile of good pasture. Of a sudden caprice it turns and sweeps across the valley in a long curve, out and back. IN THAT open place the river swings away from the hill.
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