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- Author: Hildegard G Frey
- Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
- Year: 2014
- Pages: 116
- ISBN-10: 1500561312
- ISBN-13: 9781500561314
- Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 0.6 cm, softcover
- Language: English
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It was the crisp chill of an early October evening; in the still air the dead leaves came rustling down with a soft sound like whispers, while the crickets chirped a cheery welcome from the waiting earth. Over the treetops a big yellow hunter's moon was rising; its comical face grinning good-naturedly. It looked down on the dark outlines of a large barn standing in the shadow of a tall tree and the grin widened perceptibly. Evidently something was happening on earth. A dark form stole softly up the long drive leading to the barn and paused before the door. Through the silence there rose the whistling wail of the whippoorwill, repeated three times, and ending abruptly in the squall of a catbird. From within the blackness of the barn came an echo of the whippoorwill's call, followed by a much more cheerful note-the carol of the bluebird. Then a clear voice called from inside, "Who goes there?"
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- Author: Hildegard G Frey
- Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
- Year: 2014
- Pages: 116
- ISBN-10: 1500561312
- ISBN-13: 9781500561314
- Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 0.6 cm, softcover
- Language: English English
It was the crisp chill of an early October evening; in the still air the dead leaves came rustling down with a soft sound like whispers, while the crickets chirped a cheery welcome from the waiting earth. Over the treetops a big yellow hunter's moon was rising; its comical face grinning good-naturedly. It looked down on the dark outlines of a large barn standing in the shadow of a tall tree and the grin widened perceptibly. Evidently something was happening on earth. A dark form stole softly up the long drive leading to the barn and paused before the door. Through the silence there rose the whistling wail of the whippoorwill, repeated three times, and ending abruptly in the squall of a catbird. From within the blackness of the barn came an echo of the whippoorwill's call, followed by a much more cheerful note-the carol of the bluebird. Then a clear voice called from inside, "Who goes there?"
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