Excerpt from Seven on the Highway Michel 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 Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This 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.