Before them in the sediment of the flood is the scrawl of the Greatlows' first catastrophe and rescue. Where it is broken by the clutter of tracks, the mud has begun to dry.To avoid the mud as long as possible, they walk along the face of the hill just above what was the shoreline a few days ago. At their feet, the spring has made its small beginnings: narrow grassblades spiking out of their dead sheaths, spring beauties, a few white flowers of bloodroot. The sunlight again becomes a dwelling place. The life of the ground has begun its rise. And Mat walks, thinking, a kind of singing and crying pressing in his throat: "Yes. It has come again."They walk as quietly as hunters over the soft ground along the slope as it turns from the river valley into the valley of the creek. The sun is well up now, the warmth of it pressing their heads and shoulders. On the hillside around them there is still that stain of green. In town Uncle Stanley Gibbs is ringing the church bell.The brush thickens on the slope ahead of them, and to avoid it they turn down the hillside to the creek road.
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