Pee-Wee Harris on the Trail

The night was bleak and cold. All through the melancholy, cheerless day, the first chill of autumn had been in the air. Toward evening the clouds had parted, showing a steel-colored sky in which the sun went down a great red ball, tinting the foliage across the river with a glow of crimson. A sun full of rich light but no heat.
--This text refers to the Kindle Edition edition.





--This text refers to the Kindle Edition edition.