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"Around me broods the dim mysterious Night, Star-lit and still. No whisper comes across the Plain. " -- _The Night Raid._
Night! Before I knew I was to fly through the darkness over the country of the enemy; night had been for me a time of soft withdrawal from the world -- a time of quiet. It still held its old childhood mystery of a vague oblivion between day and day, an unusual space of time peopled by slumberous dreams in the gloom of a warm, familiar bed.