Elnora walked by instinct, for her eyes were blinded with tears.
From the debris in the end of a hollow log she too.
This path she followed until she reached a thick clump of bushes.
Dodging under willow and scrub oak branches she came at last to the faint outline of an old trail made in the days when the precious timber of the swamp was guarded by armed men.
She left the road where it turned south, at the corner of the Limberlost, climbed a snake fence and entered a path worn by her own feet.
Elnora walked by instinct, for her eyes were blinded with tears