The sun was pouring a flood of golden light over the landscape.
The still glittering dewdrops hung upon the trees, shrubs, and long
points of grass by the wayside. All were dressed with jewels to
greet the rising king of day.
The wide, open fields of meadow, and corn-fields, ripening for
harvest, stretched far away, unbroken by hedge or fence. Slight
ditches or banks of turf, covered with nests of violets, ferns, and
wild flowers of every hue, separated contiguous fields. No other
division seemed necessary in the mutual good neighborhood that
prevailed among the colonists, whose fashion of agriculture had been
brought, with many hardy virtues, from the old plains of Normandy.
White-walled, red-roofed cottages, or more substantial farmhouses,
stood conspicuously in the green fields, or peered out of embowering
orchards. Their casements were open to catch the balmy air, while
in not a few the sound of clattering hoofs on the hard road drew
fair faces to the window or door, to look inquisitively after the
officer wearing the white plume in his military chapeau, as he
dashed by on the gallant gray.
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