James Baldwin,
The Sampo: A Wonder Tale of the Old North
“ Then, at length, when all were peacefully feeding, he sat down upon a grassy hummock and looked around him, sad, lonely, vindictive. The autumn sun beamed hot upon his head, and the fresh sea breeze fanned his face and played in his yellow hair. [263] The grasshoppers chirped at his feet and the crows scolded him harshly from the treetops. ”
