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Updated: June 12, 2025
For beyond the darkling cliffs on either hand an illuminated vista stretched in every lengthening perspective, with softly nestling sheltered valleys, and parallel lines of distant azure mountains, and many a mile of level woodland high on an elevated plateau, all bedight in the lingering flare of the yellow, and deep red, and sere brown of late autumn, and all suffused with an opaline haze and the rich, sweet languors of sunset-tide on an Indian-summer day.
There was a flicker of color left on the oaks and maples, and though it was not Indian-summer weather it was first cousin to it. I took off my cap to let the wind blow through my hair; I had half a mind to go down to the sea, but it was too late for that; there was no moon to light me home.
In his "Indian-Summer Reverie" we catch a glimpse of the hen-hawk, silently sailing overhead "With watchful, measuring eye," the robin feeding on cedar berries, and the squirrel, "On the shingly shagbark's bough."
There are no trees on any side for many acres, and the golden-red sunset glow hovers with an Indian-summer mellowness in the low English heaven; or at least it did so at the end of one sultry day which I have in mind.
But when Aunt Belle was informed that Cinil was the cognomen needed to make her discover an Indian-summer millionaire waiting to bestow his heart upon her Mark Constantine had packed his bags and departed unceremoniously for Hot Springs. Meantime, Mary did not know just how to treat this imperious lonesome young man who came boldly into her household without apology or warning.
A powerful car driven by a determined and quick-witted young man may scour considerable country while three horses, trotting in company, are covering but a few short miles. Richard was sure of one thing: whichever road appealed to the young Grays as most picturesque and secluded on this wonderful Indian-summer afternoon would be their choice.
"Reg'lar Indian-Summer weather." "Yes, isn't it! I feel like taking a walk on Riverside Drive b'lieve I will." "Wish I had time. But I gotta get down to the store cigar-store. I'm on nights, three times a week." "Yuh. I've seen you here most every time I eat early," Mr. Wrenn purred. "Yuh. The rest of the time I eat at the boarding-house." Silence. But Mr.
And when in the fall Mr Snow went to Boston with the produce of his mother's dairy, and his own farm, a large tub of Janet's butter went too, for which was to be brought back "tea worth the drinking, and at a reasonable price," and other things besides, which at Merleville and at Merleville prices, could not be easily obtained. The Indian-summer had come again.
Later he recalled that in the sudden silence many noises disturbed the lazy hush of the Indian-summer afternoon: the rush of a motor-car on the Boston Road, the tinkle of the piano and the voice of the youth with the drugged eyes singing, "And you'll wear a simple gingham gown," from the yard below the cluck-cluck of the chickens and the cooing of pigeons.
The two looked in silence for a minute, not at the boy and girl shouting below, but at the beauty in the peaceful landscape. "An Indian-summer day," said Roberta gravely, as if her mood had changed with the moment, "is like the last look at something one is not sure one shall ever see again." At the words Richard's gaze shifted from the hill to the face of the girl beside him.
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