"[...] “But he hadn't,” Mr. Lawson's tone changed abruptly. “He was in one of Skunk McGee's traps. And when we found him he was dead, frozen hard as a rock. “And so you see, boys,” he added quietly, “I've always hated traps. I never see one even now but I seem to see poor old Bing with one foot in it, whining and shivering out there all alone.”[...]".

Excerpt from A Shadow Passes Cloud shadows sweep over the Moor with wings that are grey or nearly black, blue or violet purple, according to the seasons and quality of air and sunshine. On stormy days the case is altered and out of gloom there break beams to fly over the darkness of earth, like golden birds. The shadow and shaft of light both serve to bring out detail in the wilderness; and while to-day passages of shade reveal the integument of heath and stone, or fling up the outline of a hill among others lost in light, to-morrow a sun-flash is apter to do these things and paint pictures set in cloudy frames. Light and shade both play their part in revelation of realities; and while most men and women steadfastly suppose that only the light of success is needful to uncover the beautiful truth of them, it may be that they are mistaken and the shadow of failure would better do so. Standing under a beech-tree, waiting for the rain to pass, I marked a ghost of vanished carving on the grey bole. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.