In the country the stars are different. You see the bright ones just like in town. but you see the dim ones too that fill out the sky like someone has sprinkled gold dust in some gauze and draped it over the world. The noise at night is as thick as the stars. Crickets sing, and dogs bark at sounds and smells in the dark, and whippoorwills call out. When you hear that you supposed to turn over nine times in bed for good luck. You don't hear no wagons or people and never any cars. The only sound of human life I ever heard outside was the freight train miles away.