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He passed the screaming boy within killing distance, but it was an evil day. Before the small herder's voice asserted itself he was long out of rifleshot though not out of pony-reach. A dozen men dashed after him. The warrior plied his whip mercilessly in alternate slaps on each pony-quarter and the bareback savage drew steadily away to the hills.
Herder is buried in the church, and when you ask where, the sacristan lifts a wooden trap-door in the pavement, and you think you are going down into the crypt, but you are only to see Herder's monumental stone, which is kept covered so to save it from passing feet.
She had taken everything for granted heretofore, as her right because he had given it so readily, but all would be different if only he would forget what she had said and give her another opportunity, and if he would let her keep her promise to Mrs. Toomey she would herd sheep until she had saved the amount in a herder's wages. This was her plan after sleepless hours and three days of thinking.
"I'll come over and have a talk anyway," said Pete, still unwilling to let Montoya think him anxious. "Buenos noches!" Montoya nodded. "He will come," he said to his nephew. "Then it is that you may go to the home. He is small but of the very great courage." The following evening Pete appeared at the herder's camp. The dogs ran out, sniffed at him, and returned to the fire.
Out on the mesa they turned and threw lead at the Concho riders, who retreated to the cover of the house. Corliss caught up a herder's horse and rode around to them. Shorty, one of his men, grinned, fell to coughing, and sank forward on his horse. "Loring's down," said Wingle, solemnly reloading his gun. "Think they got enough, Jack?" "Loring, eh? Well, I know who got him. Yes, they got enough."
Disappearing as completely as a fancy, few there are who have ever seen it who have not climbed from the herder's trail across the narrow wayside stream and up the rugged mountain slopes to the spot where it became visible. There disappointment awaits the explorer.
In all his many criticisms of literature there are charm, wit, and elegance, an individuality and freedom in the reviewer, who, if less penetrating than his brother, displays a far more genial breadth and humanity, and more secure composure. His translations, more masterly than those of Friedrich, carry out Herder's demand for complete absorption and re-creation.
There was no human note in her intercourse with those who worked for her. She cared for results only, and showed it. They resented her appraising eyes, her cold censure when they blundered, her indifference to them as human beings, and they revenged themselves in the many ways that lie in a herder's power if he cares to do so.
"Am I a sheep between two wells, that the herder's stick should tell me, 'Here, and not there, thou shalt drink'? Am I a sheep?" "Thou art neither child nor sheep, sidi, but a lion!" "Yes, a lion!" A sudden thin exaltation shook him like a fever chill. A fate has given thy loveliness to me, and no man shall take it away from me to enjoy. I will take it away from them instead!
It is one, I am sure, which might call a response out of a heart of adamant; and mine, being of a tenderer substance, it answers with all its chords. Dear, sweet, tender, loving Mary, you are more like Herder's Swan than anything else I can think of. The spirits of your translated babes bring you airs from heaven.
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