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The conversation ended, therefore, in a very amicable manner, having been taken to a ground that nobody knew anything about. Can you have a backlog in July? That depends upon circumstances. In northern New England it is considered a sign of summer when the housewives fill the fireplaces with branches of mountain laurel, and, later, with the feathery stalks of the asparagus.
Is she any relation of Black Shuck, the ghost dog you were telling me about?" "It's no larfin' matter, ma'aster. You moind the day me and Billy Backlog come and towld yow about us seein' that chap on th' edge of yon wood that night? Well, just befower we seed un we heerd th' rummiest kind of noise summat atween a moan and a shriek, comin' from this 'ere pit.
The breakfast fire had burned out; only the great backlog, hoary with gray ashes, lay slumbering at the back of the fireplace. The planter poked the drift of ashes between the andirons with a green oak stick until he saw a live coal shining red in the gray about it.
There is no country so civilized, no existence so humdrum, that there is not room enough in it somewhere for a lazy, idle brook, an encourager of indolence, with hope of happy surprises. "It is a vulgar notion that a fire is only for heat. A chief value of it is, however, to look at. And it is never twice the same." CHARLES DUDLEY WARNER: Backlog Studies.
Then the tap, tap on the wooden floor of the old woman's cane as she hobbles about the cabin. Can't you smell the bear haunch that's roasting there on that long spit before the fire? Don't you hear the merry music of the ax, just outside the door, as brawny arms swing it, cutting the great backlog for the long night? Civilized? Yes, in a way, but not in our way, is it?
The attempt was all the more unfortunate because the time and toil he spent upon it diverted him from carrying out a scheme which had then taken full possession of his thoughts. This was the production of a series of essays to be entitled "Conversations on Horseback." Had it been worked up as he sketched it in his mind, it would have been the outdoor counterpart of his "Backlog Studies."
But after a little, the others would climb up the ladder to the loft and leave us, and we'd maybe eat a mince pie that I'd made I was a good cook at sixteen and there would be a pitcher of cider, and outside, the wind would be driving the snow against the tiny windowpanes I can hear that sound now, and the sputtering of the backlog, and Jim oh, well!" She waved the scene back.
Cary Mr. Fairfax Cary " "They are coming later," said a voice. "Thank you, Mr. Mason Mr. Carter Mr. Call Mr. Cabell the Abbé Dubois-" The list went on. Candles were lighted on every table and on the mantel-shelf, though outside the windows the west was yet red. Two negroes brought and tossed into the cavernous fireplace a mighty backlog of hickory.
It was of the approved style, three sides inclosed, with a roof of bark and a bed of boughs, and a rock in front that afforded a permanent backlog to all fires.
Do you like it? Not much. But then I would not exchange the remembrance of it for a good many odors and perfumes that I do like. It is time to punch the backlog and put on a new forestick. The log was white birch. The beautiful satin bark at once kindled into a soft, pure, but brilliant flame, something like that of naphtha.
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