On their way home they paused a moment under
the great oak at the top of the Home Field, and looked
back. The whole south burned with stars. There
was a roar in the oak like the thunder of the sea.
The sky was black, black as velvet, the black north
had come down, and the stars shone and burned
as if the wind reached and fanned them into flame,
Large Sirius flashed; vast Orion strode the sky,
lording the heavens with his sword. A scintillation rushed across from the zenith to the southern
horizon. The black north held down the buds, but
there was a force in them already that must push
out in leaf as Arcturus rose in the East. Listening
to the loud roar of the oak as the strength of the
north wind filled them,
"1 should like to go straight to the real great
sea like the wind/,"said Mark.
"We must go to the great sea," said Bevis.
"Look at Orion!"
The wind went seawards, and the stars are always
over the ocean.
Bevis: The Story of a Boy (1882)
Richard Jefferies was born at Coate Farm, Swindon, on 6 November 1848.
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