Excerpt from Seven on the HighwayMichel strode j y down the mountain. It was 3 five o'clock in the morning, and the world was fresh. From his broad b'rimmed rush hat wreathed with marsh marigolds, streamed long stems of oak leaves dancing and nodding like a cava lier's plumes. His face was brown, gay, and clean-shaved except for a big mus tache rather yellower than his faded hat, or even the straggling ends of fair hair curling loosely on his shoulders. Ou his arm he carried a large basket covered with plantain leaves, strapped upon his back, a canister, thrust through his belt.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully, any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.