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I lay now as you 'll hear tell about your faither an ' maybe get a message from en ` fore the year 's a month older . '' With which hopeful prediction Uncle Chirgwin ended the discussion . That night the circular storm , which had died away at dark , turned upon itself and the wind moaned at window latches and down chimneys , prophesying autumn . Dawn broke on a drenched , gray world , but the storm had clean passed , and at noon the gray brightened to silver and burned to gold when the sun came out . The wind wore to the west , and on to northwest ; the weather settled down and days of a rare late summer pursued their even way . A fortnight passed , and the farmer 's belief that Gray Michael would communicate with his daughter began to waver . `` Pharaoh 's a soft - ` earted twoad to this wan , '' he declared gloomily .