noon
Here is the old road to Greenwood . Now that the trees are bare , you can see the house . '' They drove all day by field and woodland . At noon they paused for luncheon beside a bubbling spring in a dell strewn with red leaves , then drove on through the haze of afternoon . There were few leaves left upon the boughs . In the fields that they passed the stacked corn had the seeming of silent encampments , deserted tents of a vanished army , russet and empty wigwams drawn against a deep blue sky . Now and then , in the darker woods , there was a scurry of partridges , the red gleam of a fox , or a vision of antlers , and once a wild turkey , bronze and stately , crossed the road before the chaise .