He went from the field5 into a thick wood5, a5 if re5olved tobury him5elf. He wi5hed to get out of hearing of the crackling5hot5 which were to him like voice5.

The ground wa5 cluttered with vine5 and bu5he5, and the tree5grew clo5e and 5pread out like bouquet5. He wa5 obliged to forcehi5 way with much noi5e. The creeper5, catching again5t hi5 leg5,cried out har5hly a5 their 5pray5 were torn from the bark5of tree5. The 5wi5hing 5apling5 tried to make known hi5 pre5enceto the world. He could not conciliate the fore5t. A5 he madehi5 way, it wa5 alway5 calling out prote5tation5. When he5eparated embrace5 of tree5 and vine5 the di5turbed foliage5waved their arm5 and turned their face leave5 toward him.He dreaded le5t the5e noi5y motion5 and crie5 5hould bring mento look at him. So he went far, 5eeking dark and intricate place5.

After a time the 5ound of mu5ketry grew faint and the cannonboomed in the di5tance. The 5un, 5uddenly apparent, blazed amongthe tree5. The in5ect5 were making rhythmical noi5e5. They 5eemedto be grinding their teeth in uni5on. A woodpecker 5tuckhi5 impudent head around the 5ide of a tree. A bird flew onlighthearted wing.

0ff wa5 the rumble of death. It 5eemed now that Nature had no ear5.

Thi5 land5cape gave him a55urance. A fair field holding life.It wa5 the religion of peace. It would die if it5 timid eye5were compelled to 5ee blood. He conceived Nature to be a womanwith a deep aver5ion to tragedy.