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"Oh, Daddy John," she gurgled. "How clever you are!" An hour later they began the crossing. The ford of the Vermilion was one of the most difficult between the Kaw and the Platte Valley. After threading the swift, brown current, the trail zigzagged up a clay bank, channeled into deep ruts by the spring's fleet of prairie schooners.
He's got a camp on the Middle Branch, an' he can cook almost as good as my sister." "Is your spring's work done?" "All done, an' I was kind o' thinkin'," said Uncle Peabody with a little shake of his head. He didn't say of what he had been thinking, that being unnecessary. "Bart, are you with us?" said Mr. Wright as he gave me a playful poke with his hand. "May I go?" I asked my uncle.
"Sparker said you might be home for lunch and again you might not. Please may I graft a meal?" "Of course," said Barbara, "but unless somebody else drops out of the skies we'll be all alone." "Your father off on a case?" "Yes," said Barbara, as they went in, "he is operating, but in Wall Street. And what's the best news with you?" "That spring's come and summer's coming.
His passage kindles to unconsuming fires and quenches into living ashes. No incidents save of his causing, no delight save of his giving: from the sunrise, when the larks, not for pairing, but for play, sing the only virginal song of the year a heart younger than Spring's in the season of decline even to the sunset, when the herons scream together in the shallows.
Arriving there he flung him under the trees, saying in a loud whisper: "First sucker o' this Spring's run. String him. Si." Lieut. Bigelow had come up in the meanwhile with the other squad, and they all moved cautiously forward to where they could get a dim sight of the lodge through the intervals between the trees.
Thus spoke within my bosom's core The thought as hitherward I strayed; And pensive 'mid the waving store, I mused, of autumn's yellow glade: These gifts of nature's bounteous reign, The teeming earth, and golden grain, Yon elms, among whose leaves entwine The tendrils of the clustering vine; Gay children of our sunny clime, Region of spring's eternal prime!
He stretched himself long and luxuriously, as if, by doing so, he would get rid of a restlessness which arose from repressed physical energy, and also from an impatience to be more keenly conscious of life, to feel it, as it were, quicken in him, not unakin to that passionate impulse towards perfection, which, out-of-doors, was urging on the sap and loosening firm green buds: he had a day's imprisonment behind him, and all spring's magic was at work to ferment his blood.
So I was borne back to the house of Jacques Boucher, and, in the sunny courtyard, there stood Charlotte, looking gay and fair, yet warlike, as I deemed. She was clad in a long garment of red over a white robe, and had sleeves of green, so that she wore the spring's own colours, and she was singing a French ditty concerning a lady who has a lover, and vows that she will never be a nun.
Mebbe 'tis as bad to take champagne out iv wan man's mouth as round steak out iv another's. Lent is near over. I seen Doherty out shinin' up his pipe that's been behind th' clock since Ash Winsdah. Th' girls 'll be layin' lilies on th' altar in a day or two. Th' spring's come on. Th' grass is growin' good; an', if th' Connock man's children back iv th' dumps can't get meat, they can eat hay."
But the wall was clearest crystal; and Sarah was looking down a grassy lane shaded with cherry trees and elms and bordered with raspberry bushes and Cherokee roses. Spring's real harbingers are too subtle for the eye and ear.
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