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The redman's canoe, the explorer's batteau, the hunter's lodge, the emigrant's cabin, all stood related to that inspiring vista. For the first time in my life I longed to put this noble stream into verse. All that day I had studied the land, musing upon its distinctive qualities, and while I acknowledged the natural beauty of it, I revolted from the gracelessness of its human habitations.

Her alarms quickly subsided, however, for she knew the voice well. So the story was soon told. Poor little Fairy; it was doubtful if he was to see another morning; and the maid being wanted at home, old Tamar undertook the message to Brandon Hall, where her young mistress was, and sallied forth in her cloak and bonnet, under the haunted trees of Redman's Dell.

But the wild and menacing look was unconscious, and only the reflection of the dark speculations and passions which were tumbling and breaking in his soul. 'Well, child, said he, gently, 'I think I know your face, but I forget your name. 'Little Margery, please Sir, from Miss Lake at Redman's Farm, she replied with a courtesy. 'Oh! to be sure, yes. And how is Miss Rachel?

Rachel Lake was courageous and energetic; and, when once she had taken a clear view of her duty, wonderfully persistent and impracticable. Her dreadful interview with Jos. Larkin was always in her mind. The bleached face, so meek, so cruel, of that shabby spectre, in the small, low parlour of Redman's Farm, was always before her.

At every sacrifice to be quite honest; and to that, Tamar, I have made up my mind at last, thank God. Come, Tamar, and kiss me, for I am free once more. So that night passed peacefully. Rachel a changed Rachel still though more like her early self, was now in the tiny garden of Redman's Farm.

But not every kind of flowers will grow there, under the lordly shadow of the elms and chestnuts. This sequestered tenement bears the name of Redman's Farm; and its occupant was that Miss Lake whom I had met last night at Brandon Hall, and whose pleasure it was to live here in independent isolation.

'Well, Radie, you are pleased to be whimsical; and, to say truth, I was thinking of saying a word or two, just about as idea that has been in my mind some time, and which you half divined you are so clever the first day I saw you at Redman's Farm. You know you fancied I was thinking of marrying. 'I don't remember that I said so, but I thought it.

The moon had gone down, and the glen was darker than ever. Noiselessly they re-entered the little hall of Redman's Farm. The candles were still burning in the sitting-room, and the light was dazzling after the profound darkness in which they had been for so long. Captain Lake did not look at all like a London dandy now.

It was a small house, this Redman's Farm, but very silent, for all that, when the day's work was over; and very solemn, too, the look-out from the window among the colonnades of tall old trees, on the overshadowed earth, and through them into deepest darkness; the complaining of the lonely stream far down is the only sound in the air.

It was to request his immediate attendance at Redman's Farm, to see Captain Lake, who was in a most alarming state. The hand was Dorcas's and Lord Chelford jumped into the little pony carriage which awaited him at the door of the 'Silver Lion. When he reached Redman's Farm, Captain Lake could not exert himself sufficiently to speak for nearly half-an-hour.

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