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To the dull baying of the alligators in the saw grass, and the melancholy croak of the great blue herons, Keela's wagon penetrated the weird and terrible wilds of the Everglades, winding by the gloomy border of swamps where the deadly moccasin dwelt beneath the darkling shadow of cypress, on by ponds thick with lilies and tall ghostly grasses, over tangled underbrush, past water-dark jungles of dead trees where the savage cascade of brush and vine and fallen branches had woven a weird, wild lacery among the trees, through mud and saw grass, past fertile islands and lagoons of rush and flag a trackless water-prairie of uninhabitable wilds which to Keela's keen and beautiful eyes held the mysteriously blazed home-trail of the Seminole.
Marianne dropped her face in her hands and burst into tears. It was only a momentary surrender. When she turned back to join the downheaded men on the home-trail for it was worse than useless to follow Alcatraz on such jaded horses Marianne had rallied to continue the fight. Ten years to capture Alcatraz and the mares he led?
But to thy Fanchon's father I was merely a priest we had not hunted together nor met often about the fire, and drew fast the curtains for the tales which bring men close. He took me safely on the out-trail, but on the home-trail he was cast away. Dost thou not think the love of him that stays as great as the love of him that goes?" "Ah, thou wouldst go far to serve my wife and child!"
Now and then, hopelessly, she raised her field glasses and swept a segment of the compass. But it was an automatic act, and her own forecast of failure obscured her vision, until at last, saddle-racked, trembling with weariness and grief, she stopped the mare. She was beaten! She had turned the bay towards the home-trail when something subconsciously noted made her glance over her shoulder.
Preachin was his nateral gait, but he warn't a man to lay back a twidle his thumbs because there didn't happen to be nothin' do in his own especial line no, sir, he was a man who would meander forth and stir up something for hisself. And so he was cleaned out as you may say, and he struck the home-trail, cheerful but flat broke.
"Thou didst love my Fanchon's father?" "I prayed him not to go, for a storm was on, but there was the thought of wife and child on him the good Michel and he said: 'It is the home-trail, and I must get to my nest. Poor soul, poor soul! I who carry my life as a leaf in autumn for the west wind was saved, and he !" "We are on the same trail now, Monsieur?"
We struck the home-trail now, and in a few hours were in that astonishing Chicago a city where they are always rubbing the lamp, and fetching up the genii, and contriving and achieving new impossibilities. It is hopeless for the occasional visitor to try to keep up with Chicago she outgrows his prophecies faster than he can make them.
It's take up the home-trail, boys, we're going back to camp." He said it lightly, but I could tell that he felt the disappointment bitterly, while even I, who had expected nothing, wheeled the pack-horse around with an angry growl. It was toward dusk when we neared the creek we had crossed in the morning, but it was no longer shrunken.
Preachin was his nateral gait, but he warn't a man to lay back and twidle his thumbs because there didn't happen to be nothin' doin' in his own especial line no, sir, he was a man who would meander forth and stir up something for hisself. And so he was cleaned out as you may say, and he struck the home-trail, cheerful but flat broke.
We struck the home-trail now, and in a few hours were in that astonishing Chicago a city where they are always rubbing the lamp, and fetching up the genii, and contriving and achieving new impossibilities. It is hopeless for the occasional visitor to try to keep up with Chicago she outgrows his prophecies faster than he can make them.
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