THE COUNTRY.


done. The walls are of logs, the spaces be-
tween them being plastered with mud; there
is often no window; instead, the door stands
open, letting a square of sunshine fall upon the
earthen floor; sometimes a dancing glimmer
from the creek upon whose bank the cabin
stands, strikes on the ceiling, and runs in rip-
pling light across the logs. But that reflected
light from running water is, strangely enough,


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