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She began by saying that we had now asked questions for over five years, and that though the results were bound to be inconclusive here Castalia nudged me and whispered that she was not so sure about that. Then she got up, and, interrupting Jane in the middle of a sentence, said: "Before you say any more, I want to know am I to stay in the room?
"An' that ain't all. He had your motor-dory with him the one you caught us with out of Castalia." "How did he have that? I gave orders the motor-dories weren't to be used." "Wal, cookee an' the boy they was the only ones aboard tell it this way: Arry he struck a heavy school fust time he lets his dory rodin' go, an' most of his fish topped forty pound.
At the end of the avenue the road, by an easy grade, descended into a lowland, where, on the right hand, there was a precipitous facing of gray rock, and on the left an open meadow of vernal freshness. Then they came in view of the famous Fountain of Castalia.
But it was not Isabel he was addressing but his confederate, blandly smiling. "The boy quotes poetry!" the Governor exclaimed. "Archie, you've come in answer to my prayers! Together we shall drink of the fount of Castalia. We shall chum with Apollo and the Muses Nine! But the gods call us elsewhere! We'll snatch a bite and be off! And we've got a job all waiting for us.
A combination of two publications which followed the old Castalia in 1867, the University Chronicle, an eight-page fortnightly of sometimes "rather hot discussions," and the University Magazine, which had been a most creditable student enterprise, produced one of the long-standing student papers, the Chronicle, the first number of which appeared in September, 1869.
"These poor roses of Portugal to their sister from England," said his softly caressing tenor voice. "Ye're a poet," said O'Moy tartly. "Having found Castalia here," said, the Count, "shall I not drink its limpid waters?" "Not, I hope, while there's an agreeable vintage of Port on the table. A morning whet, Samoval?" O'Moy invited him, taking up the decanter. "Two fingers, then no more.
But I cal'lated you wouldn't want to do that, an' so I figgered the only way to beat that lawyer was to fool him before he got fair started on his search. "I knowed you was in Castalia, an' so I thought your mother better get you some clothes an' bring 'em there.
Can you bear suffering a little longer, we will find the spring you ask for, and I promise that its draught shall be as sweet and cooling as that of the more famous Castalia. With leave, we will make haste." "I give you the blessing of the thirsty," she replied; "and offer you in return a bit of bread from the city ovens, dipped in fresh butter from the dewy meadows of Damascus."
Horace, in the ardour of youth, and when his bosom beat high with the raptures of fancy, had, in the pursuit of Grecian literature, drunk largely, at the source, of the delicious springs of Castalia; and it seems to have been ever after his chief ambition, to transplant into the plains of Latium the palm of lyric poetry. Nor did he fail of success: Exegi monumentum aere perennius. Carm. iii. 30.
"Why, I seen him to-day myself in Castalia!" cried Thomas. "He's up there hirin' men to ship with him. Said he was goin' to stay all night. I know the very house he's in." "You do?" "Yes." "Do you think I could get there to-night?" "You might." Jimmie looked at his watch. "The Seal Cove mail-wagon's gone long ago, but I'll take you down in my motor-dory if you'll come right now."
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