Their weapons, swords, and spears flew about in the air, crossing and recrossing continually in all directions, like the flails of threshers in an immense barn; and the rage of each of these fiends seemed exclusively directed against Jesusthat grain of heavenly wheat descended to the earth to die there, in order to feed men eternally with the Bread of Life.

Thus, from Quebec to Calgary a note of drivenot hustle, but drive and finish-uphummed like the steam-threshers on the still, autumn air.