Ominous Patter on Windows – Friday October 1908

In spite of the complete absence of wind or sunshine this week, the grain is slowly drying and hope rises. That big field will be finished tomorrow…. In the darkness of the early morning, we hear an ominous patter on the windows; then the spouts running, tinkle, tinkle, tinkle.

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