Apprehension on the prairie,
amid frightening light:
An ominous change had crept over
the plain.
The winds were hot and dry,
and the grass, baked on the stem,
had become as inflammable as hay.
The birds
were silent .
The sky, absolutely cloudless,
began to scare us with its light.
The sun rose through the dusty air,
sinister with flare of
horizontal heat.
-- Hamlin Garland, A Son of the
Middle Border (1917), p. 247
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