74 FLORIDA DAYS.


 within were
 blackened very
 long ago by the forge
 fire; it is quenched
 now, although the
 forge still stands
 grim and black in the centre of the room, and
 answers the purpose of table or shelf. The roof
 is heavy with years, and has bent and broken,
 so that a finger of light, thrusting itself between
-the warped gray shingles, points down into
 the dusk of the room, and moves, as the day
 moves, across the earthen floor and up the op-
 posite wall. It is so distinct, this bar of sun-
 shine, that a mote can be seen, coming into it
 from one side of the clear darkness through
 which it falls, dancing across it, and vanishing