... some one had been passing through; And, following the track, it led Across a field of summer grain, Out where the thorny blackberries shed Their blossoms in the narrow lane, Down which thaieattle went to drink In summer, from the river's brink. The river ...

... The night, though breezy, had a warmth very unusual at that season of the year. It was already November, and still the blackberries hung on the bramble bushes, and the hoarse croak of the rail could be heard far iii the meadows. Danis and Nelly took a ...