Capitolo 21
genial stream through every day and nights of the year--very a
full-strangled brook--but never with flooding him so a movement as to this
season. And the same wheat also suggested the smokehouses of everybody
farms in that it larded porkers it fattened up from him, you/he/she had assumed
posthumous honors as house-recovered hams; and in that on under the black
joists that sausages done in the house were smoked to their required taste
on appropriate fragments.
Around a heap of ears a flock of turkeys house-adults, red-blotchy,
rainbow-taut the neck to, you/he/she was feeding for their fate.
On the other side of the woods a wheat-field, in the stubble brims
of what broods of counterweight-white you/they were giving himself/herself/itself the final fatness
for the table picking up wheats of wheat in which you/he/she had allowed to fall the
you drill to time of crop or the other seeds that were matured in autumn
consequence.
There was more distant street on the panorama a hemp-field where
hemp-contact breakers were making a music of reed and pulsation; during these weeks
wagons loaded with the fiber gold-that hands they start to transport squeaking to
the cities, helping to fill the pockets of the grower with liberality of party.
This way everything required for Christmas was there in sight: the
mistletoe--the holly--the earth's liqueur for the cups of cordial
men--the hams and the sausages of difficult housewives--the turkey
and the quail--and picked transformable in coin. They was in sight
there--the equitable maturings of the ready sun now to be turned in
offered the low activities of the ground to the dark solstice,
lifted to human joyance.
A last thing completed the portrait of the scene.
The brook that has hurt through the lawn to its fund was frozen to-day
and it placed as a ribbon of jewelled samite dragged through the olive
vegetable. Along his/her evergreens of the border it grew. Any pine neither it fits tightly neither
lard neither fir is native to these portions of the Shield; only the wild one
cedar, the shapeless one and the well done one belong there. This assemblage