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156 CARAVAN DAYSa street, in a village with other (make-believe)houses about it. And this is just what happens.You may draw in to the most enchanting littlecorners and interstices. You have immensevariety in the choice of your site. Again thetowering stacks will always give you shade insummer weather and incomparable shelter instorms of wind and rain. And you may becomewhen you are among them the finest epicures inthe matter of your view, so pitching the van asto conceal what isunlovely and open up whatyou wish to look upon.One of the best rewards that we won by makingour last journey in September was in our stackyards.For earlier in the year they are bereft ofall their chief and special qualities. In June orJuly they are for the most part almost empty,peopled only by a few dark old-season stacks,which have lost their warmth and freshness.The grass grows long in them for lack of traffic,and they are deserted, a mere stagnant backwaterin the life of the farm.they are in full tide of accumulation. EveryBut in Septemberdaynew, glowing, golden stacks are going up. Allthe j oiliest operations of the farming year aregoing on there : newpeaks and summits arebeing reached ;carts are movingto and fro.