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Perched upon a knoll beside his little patch of vineyard, it commands perspective. From his upper window Rogers saw and remembered.... High up against the fading sky ridges of limestone cliff shine out here and there, and upon the vast slopes of Boudry l'immense geant de Boudry lies a flung cloak of forest that knows no single seam.
Not only did he have red hair, but Carlyle refers to him as "red-headed." His parents were poor and obscure people, and his relationship with them seems a pure matter of accident. He was born at the village of Boudry, Switzerland, in Seventeen Hundred Forty-three.
And they told him how they picked clothes-baskets full of the wild lily of the valley that grew upon the Boudry slopes, hepaticas, periwinkles, jonquils, blue and white violets, as well as countless anemones, and later, the big yellow marguerites. 'Then how long are you going to stay really? inquired Monkey once again, as though the polite interlude were over.
And as the two middle-aged dreamers made their way along the winding street of darkness through the vines, one of them noticed that the stars drew down their grand old network, fastening it to the heights of Boudry and La Tourne.
The heights of Boudry and La Tourne, that stand like guardian sentries on either side of the mountain gateway, were already cantering by. The precipices flew past. Beyond lay the smiling slopes of vineyard, field, and orchard, sprinkled with farms and villages, of which Bourcelles came first. The Areuse flowed peacefully towards the lake.
And the desolate ridges of La Tourne and Boudry, the clefts where the wild lily of the valley grew unknown, high nooks and corners where the buzzards nested, these also knew and answered to the trumpet summons of the Thought that made them live. A fire of creation ran pulsing from this centre. All were in the Pattern of the Story.
Beyond, the road dips past the bee-hives of la cure; and Boudry towers with his five thousand feet of blue pine woods over the horizon. The tinkling of several big stone fountains fills the street. But the traveller would not linger, unless he chanced to pass at twelve o'clock and caught the stream of people going into their mid- day dinner at the Pension.
He said it was up here "where the Boudry forests dip below the cliffs towards the Areuse." ... He remembered the very words. His sister forgot to turn her usual somersaults. Wonder caught them both. 'A pair of eyes, then, or a puddle! Quick! she cried in a delighted whisper. She looked about her everywhere at once, making confused and rushing little movements of helplessness. 'Quick, quick!
It's over there. He pointed up to the mountain heights behind them, but Jimbo guided his hand in the right direction towards the Boudry slopes where the forests dip upon the precipices of the Areuse. 'Yes, that's it exactly, he said, accepting the correction instantly; 'only I go to the top of the mountains first so as to slide down with the river of starlight.
There are numbers of them about the world, and one I know of is up here in our mountains, he pointed through the north wall towards the pine-clad Jura, 'not far from the slopes of Boudry where the forests dip towards the precipices of the Areuse The phrase ran oddly through him like an inspiration, or the beginning of a song he once had heard somewhere. 'Ah, beyond le Vallon Vert?
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