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Updated: May 28, 2025
I had no objection in the world to any one knowing my opinion of Mis' Postmaster Sykes's proceeding, "one of her preposterousnesses," Calliope called it, and I said so, and set off for Mrs. Ricker's, while Calliope herself flew somewhere else on some last mission. And, "Mis' Sykes'd ought to be showed," she called to me over-shoulder. "That woman's got a sinful pride.
From the fields, as we whirled into and out of layers of air, sharply, as one does in a motor, came now the odor of ripe straw, now a whiff of coffee from a "goulash cannon," steaming away behind its troop like the calliope in the old-fashioned circus, and now and then, from some thicket or across a clover field, the sharp, dismaying smell of rotting flesh.
Moderate your transports! Warwhoop a little less like a steam calliope!" Marjorie giggled, and then gave a series of small, squeaky, lady-like warwhoops, which seemed to amuse Cousin Jack as much as the others had done. "You are certainly great kids!" he exclaimed. "I'd like to buy the whole bunch of you! But come on, my Squaw, we waste time, and the pale-faced Maiden approacheth. Hah!"
"Calliope says somethin' about our bein' glad they could see us. "'Oh, says Mis' Morgan, 'I had orders quite a while ago to let in whoever asked. An' you're the first, she says. 'You're the first. "An' then it come to us that this Mis' Morgan we'd all been tryin' to call on was only what you might name the housekeeper. An' so it turned out she was.
Probably the finest parallel is to be found in Horace's ode to Calliope. After the invocation to the muse he thinks he hears her playing: "Hark! Or is this but frenzy's pleasing dream? Through groves I seem to stray Of consecrated bay, Where voices mingle with the babbling stream, And whispering breezes play." Sir Theodore Martin's version.
He was quite well off an' barrin' he was always heathen selfish it was a splendid match for Calliope, but I never see a girl care so next to nothin' about that. She was sheer crazy about him, an' he seemed just as much so about her.
As he said that, Abel looked at her, and I saw that a dream may persist through personality itself. As I have said, if a god were human, Abel would have been like a god; and in nothing more so than in this understanding of the immortalities. Calliope stood up and caught, and held, my eyes in passing.
And to this day the good people of Fredericksburg haven't been able to make her give any other explanation. Calliope Catesby was in his humours again. Ennui was upon him. This goodly promontory, the earth particularly that portion of it known as Quicksand was to him no more than a pestilent congregation of vapours.
He was so merry that Calliope and I, by a nod or a smile of understanding, played our rôle of merely, so to say, proving that the films were right for you may have an inspired conversational photographer, but unless you are properly prepared chemically he can get no pictures.
But at last Calliope my mother delivered me, and brought me home in peace; and I dwell here in the cave alone, among the savage Cicon tribes, softening their wild hearts with music and the gentle laws of Zeus. And now I must go out again, to the ends of all the earth, far away into the misty darkness, to the last wave of the Eastern Sea.
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