In front of the low horizontal limb of a giant sycamore there is an ash pile made by many fires; the limb is worn smooth by men who have sat on it.
Evening of a hot day started the little wind to moving among the leaves. The shade climbed up the hills toward the top.
On the sand banks the rabbits sat as quietly as little gray, sculptured stones.
And then from the direction of the state highway came the sound of footsteps on crisp sycamore leaves.
The rabbits hurried noiselessly for cover. A stilted heron labored up into the air and pounded down river.
For a moment the place was lifeless, and then two men emerged from the path and came into the opening by the green pool.
They had walked in single file down the path, and even in the open one stayed behind the other.
Both were dressed in denim trousers and in denim coats with brass buttons.
Both wore black, shapeless hats and both carried tight blanket rolls slung over their shoulders.
The first man was small and quick, dark of face, with restless eyes and sharp, strong features.
Every part of him was defined: small, strong hands, slender arms, a thin and bony nose.
Behind him walked his opposite, a huge man, shapeless of face, with large, pale eyes, with wide, sloping shoulders;
전체재생
다음페이지
문장검색