Feeling its rust, its toughness. He was swarthy
And lame, and had bright eyes. And in his hand
A pipe—for all the township Daniel’s own!
“Here, have you need of this? I’m on my way
Northeast awhile, repairing peoples’ ranges.
It gave itself to me, but you can have it.”
Then he was gone, unless he walked and waved—
For someone did—Daniel could not distinguish—
From the far border of the field. The small
Stranger was gone, and all that Daniel held