The sun had no more than an hour’s time remaining before his day’s work in that particular section of the country had come to an end, when a brown moth fluttered down upon Seth’s nose, where he sat pluming his wings in such an energetic manner that the boy suddenly sneezed himself into wakefulness, while Snip leaped up with a chorus of shrill barks and yelps which nearly threw the curious birds into hysterics.