He walked far out of town to the "scale" where the water flowed slowly and deeply among the high bushes. There he undressed, tested the water first with his hand and then his foot, shuddered a moment and then plunged head first into the cool river. Swimming slowly against the weak current, he sensed himself shedding the fear and sweat of the last few days. He swam more quickly, rested, then swam on and felt enveloped by a pleasant fatigue and coolness. Floating on his back he let himself drift down river again, listened to the delicate humming of the evening flies swarming about in golden circles, watched the swallows slice through the sky tinted pink by the sun which had set behind the mountains. After he had dressed and ambled dreamily home the valley was filled with shadows.
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