More Tales of the Birds

Excerpt from More Tales of the Birds IT was close upon Midsummer Day, but it was not midsummer weather. A mist rose from moist fields, and hung over the whole country side as if it were November; the june of I8I5 was wet and chill, as June so often is. And as the mist hung over the land. So a certain sense of doubt and anxiety hung over the hearts of man and beast and bird. War was in the air as well as mist; and everything wanted warmth and peace to help it to carry out its appointed work; to Cheer it with a feeling of.