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Weeks went by. Summer was done, autumn was upon the land. Harvest-home had gone, and the "fall" ploughing was forward. The smell of the burning stubble, of decaying plant and fibre, was mingling with the odours of the orchards and the balsams of the forest. The leafy hill-sides, far and near, were resplendent in scarlet and saffron and tawny red. Over the decline of the year flickered the ruined fires of energy.
It had been a prosperous summer in the valley. Harvests had been reaped such as the country had not known for years -- and for years there had been great harvests. There had not been a death in the parish all summer, and births had occurred out of all usual proportion.