Wheel and turned towards the field. I slipped back into the trees and watched with great interest. It was beautiftil. I felt proud of myself; yes I did. I am not ashamed to admit it. When a painter creates a masterpiece he knows it and does not attempt to diminuate its importance by false modesty. This was a masterpiece. The first car rattled down through the field bobbing and bouncing and hit the water with an immense splash. It was going so fast that its rear wheels actually reached the stream... read more
