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"That she cannot have her Captain till " "Till I'm sure I don't want him!" sang the girl. "Which will never be!" came the quiet response. The maiden flushed: "On the contrary, my dear, I was just going to say, you will please begin at once to be more civil to our Captain Irby." Madame gazed: "My God!" "Ho!" said Flora, "I'd rather somebody else's."
More canoes were putting off from shore and crowding round until there were about three hundred of them, with upwards of two thousand men, some of whom sang a gruff sort of war-song, while others blew into a shell as if it were a trumpet, and some played on an instrument resembling a flute.
Job rode down from the ranch with the secret hid in his heart. It was a lovely June Sunday. The roses were blossoming over the cottages, and the birds sang as if wild with joy. The mountains were covered with green, the valleys were robed in flowers, and golden plains stretched below.
"I called down to know what the lead reported. I felt my voice shaking and the leadsman's voice shook a bit too as he called back that he had found the bottom with the red seventeen fathom mark. Half a minute later he sang out that his line had lost it. I was just about calling to let go anchor when away on our starboard bow we heard the pilots hailing.
I have been reminded of him in speaking of James Smith, because he had a good deal of the same kind of humor, not unmixed with a vein of sentiment, and I remember his songs, which he sang with great spirit and expression, with the more pleasure that he never required me to accompany them.
Then the Child leaned his head on one shoulder to listen if he could no longer hear the little messenger of spring; and he could just catch the distant and quivering notes in which she sang of the fervent longing after the clear element of freedom, after the pure all-present light, and of the blessed foretaste of this desired enfranchisement, of this blending in the sea of celestial happiness.
While sweeping she sang, out of tune, impudently, and savagely: “No fire, no coal, so warmly glows As secret love that no one knows.” Jordan went away without saying anything. He had forgotten to lock his room. Hardly had Philippina noticed that he had left the key in the door, when she opened it and went in. She spied around with cowardly, superstitious eyes.
And the silence of her own sitting room would fall flat on her ears. It was better on the evenings when Orville was home. He sang, in his throaty, fat man's tenor, to Terry's expert accompaniment. "This is better than playing for those bum actors, isn't it, hon?" And he would pinch her ear. "Sure" listlessly. But after the first year she became accustomed to what she termed private life.
And then he sang his own melancholy song, and from that we have gathered this story, which they say is not true, though it's in print. In the forest, high up on the steep shore, and not far from the open seacoast, stood a very old oak-tree.
There she sank down, weary, on a rock, and sat there alone in the black night, listening to the solemn music of the wind and the waves, as they sang her funeral melody. When at last the day dawned Aino beheld three water-maidens sitting on a rock by the sea. She hastened to them, weeping, and then began to take off all her ornaments and lay them carefully away.
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