'T was
light green, with clouds in it, all fire, an' it begun to seem to me as
if it was a kind o' land an' water up there--like our'n, on'y not
solid. I set there an' looked at it; an' I picked out islands, an'
ma'sh-land, an' p'ints running out into the yeller-green sea. An'
everything grew stiller an' stiller. The loons struck up, down on the
lake, with that kind of a lonesome whinner; but that on'y made the rest
of it seem quieter. An' it begun to grow dark all 'round me. I dunno 's
I ever noticed before jest how the dark comes. It sifted down like
snow, on'y you couldn't see it. Well, I set there, an' I tried to keep
stiller an' stiller, like everything else. Seemed as if I must. An'
pretty soon I knew suthin' was walkin' towards me over the lot. I kep'
my eyes on the sky; for I knew 't would break suthin' if I turned my
head, an' I felt as if I couldn't bear to. An' It come walkin',
walkin', without takin' any steps or makin' any noise, till It come
right up 'side o' me an' stood still. I didn't turn round. I knew I
mustn't. I dunno whether It touched me; I dunno whether It said
anything--but I know It made me a new creatur'. I knew then I shouldn't
be afraid o' things no more--nor sorry. I found out 't was all right.
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