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He went on, pointing with a slender grass-blade to each object as he named it: "It is a house, and these are sheds and stables, and this is an orchard, and here the Kaffirs live. But who lives in the house?" She whispered, with a look of secret fear: "The man lives there. And the woman." "Tell me the man's name." She breathed, after a hesitation that was full of troubled apprehension: "Bough."
Oh, but I cannot believe it was thirty years ago, for not a grass-blade or a pebble has been altered; and I perfectly remember the lapping of water under those lichened rocks, and that continuous file of ripples yonder, which are shaped like arrowheads." Adelaide rubbed her nose. "Did I promise eternal fidelity? I can hardly remember that far back.
I cannot measure the length of my sojourn here. There are no longer for me days or months, since I no longer see the sun or the sky's friendly constellations. The grass-blade I see no more, which, clothing itself with fresh green, brings in the new summer. The nightingale I hear no more announcing the return of Spring. Am I never to hear them, never to see them more?"
Now a weird flash turned night into day and showed every little grass-blade, separate and distinct, that grew about their feet. And it showed three white, startled faces, too. A deep peal of thunder went rolling and tumbling down the heavens and lost itself in sullen rumblings in the distance.
When it begins to thicken up by stooling out, then, and not till then, will you be warranted in setting the mower so that it will cut closely. But never shear the sward, as some do. You will never have a turf like velvet if you do that. Let there be an inch and a half or two inches of the grass-blade left.
115 The power that boasts of its mischiefs is laughed at by the yellow leaves that fall, and clouds that pass by. 116 The earth hums to me to-day in the sun, like a woman at her spinng, some ballad of the ancient time in a forgotten tongue. 117 The grass-blade is worth of the great world where it grows. 118 Dream is a wife who must talk. Sleep is a husband who silently suffers.
"Come down, come DOWN, come DOWN! My nose, my NOSE, my NOSE!! You're King of the Forest, you're King, you're King only come down. My nose, my NOSE, my NOSE!" So at last the Gnat flew out from the Lion's nostril and went back to his waving grass-blade, while the Lion slunk away into the depths of the forest with his tail between his legs beaten, and by a tiny Gnat!
They drove out immediately after breakfast, on one of those high mornings of the bared bosom of June when distances are given to our eyes, and a soft air fondles leaf and grass-blade, and beauty and peace are overhead, reflected, if we will. Rain had fallen in the night. Here and there hung a milk-white cloud with folded sail. The South-west left it in its bay of blue, and breathed below.
No path was worn to its rough entrance, but, here and there, a broken grass-blade, in another place a pebble recently dislodged from its accustomed hollow, elsewhere a ragged bit of paper, torn from a tobacco-package, proved to him that, although hidden in the wilderness of old Mount Nebo's scarred and inaccessible sides, this spot was yet one often visited by many men.
The sun rose and the light leaped from every wet blade of grass and bursting leaf to meet it leaped as though flashing back gladness that the spring was come. For a little while Chad forgot his hunger and forgot his foot like the leaf and grass-blade his stout heart answered with gladness, too, and he trudged on.
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