on the summit, he faced the lake, and stretching his arms
widely, he waved them, merely to satisfy the demand for action. When
urgency for expression came upon him, he laughed a deep rumble of
exultation.

The night wind swept the lake and lifted his hair, the odour of spring
was intoxicating in his nostrils, small creatures of earth stirred
around him, here and there a bird, restless in the delirium of mating
fever, lifted its head and piped a few notes on the moon-whitened air.
The frogs sang uninterruptedly at the water's edge. The Harvester stood
rejoicing. Beating on his brain came a rush of love words uttered in the
Girl's dear voice. "I wanted you! Just you! He is my husband! My dear,
dear husband! To-morrow I am going home! Now, David, I know what you
mean by love!" The Harvester laughed again and sounds around him ceased
for a second, then swelled in fuller volume than before. He added his
voice. "Thank God! Oh, thank God!" he cried. "And may the Author of the
Universe, the spirits of the little mothers who loved us, and all the
good fairies who guide us, unite to bring unbounded joy to my Dream Girl
and to guard her safely."

The cocks of Medicine Woods began their second salute to dawn. At this
sound and with the mention of her name, the Harvester turned down the
hill, and striding forcefully approached the cabin. As he passed the
Girl's room he stepped softly, smiling as he wondered if its unexpected
occupants were resting. He followed Singing Water, and stood looking at
the hillside, studying the exact location most suitable for a home for
the old people he was so delighted to welcome. That they would remain
he never doubted. His faith in the call of the wild had been verified in
the Girl; it would reach them also. The hill top would bind them. Their
love for the Girl would compel them. They would be company for her and a
new interest in life.

"Couldn't be better, not possibly!" commented the delighted Harvester.

He followed the path down Singing Water until he reached the bridge
where it turned into the marsh. There he paused, looking straight ahead.

"Wonder if I would frighten her?" he mused. "I believe I'll risk it."

He walked on rapidly, vaulted the fence enclosing his land, crossed the
road, and unlatched the gate. As he did so, the door opened, and Granny
Moreland stood on the sill, waiting with keen eyes.

"Well I don't need neither specs nor noonday sun to see that you're
steppin' like t