Rare War Novel.
This Story of a Family is Lovingly Inscribed.
THE clear July night was drawing to a close. Already the long lines of maple trees and the roofs of the barns were beginning to loom against the white dawn. Cyprian, waking from the deep sleep of childhood, heard the liquid note of a robin as it hopped through the dewy grass in search of a breakfast. He recognized the crowing of his large yellow rooster and heard faint answers from distant barnyards. A market wagon bound for town rattled merrily on the neighboring road. In the quiet of the morning he could even hear the “steady there, boss,” of Jake at his morning work and the rhythmical purr of the alternate streams of milk as they shot down into the foaming pail.