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"We can't have the performance held up this way and the people frightened." "As the elephants came along," explained Whiteface, "a boy was singing some of the words of my elephant song, and Sultana, I believe, recognized him. She trumpeted twice, reached out her trunk and carried him high into the air. He kept crying, 'Up! Up! Sultana! She has not hurt him at all." Mr.
"It's the sight of my eyes I wish I had in the light of the sun this mornin'. Tell me, what is't you see?" "I see the trees on the foot-hills, and all the branches shine with frost. There is a path so wide! between two groves of pines. On Whiteface Mountain lies a glacier-field... and all is still."... "The voice of you is far-away-like, Pierre it shivers as a hawk cries.
It was worth considerably more than the thirty dollars for which the squire took it; but he insisted upon that and no other, and Whiteface had to go. Six months had passed, and there seemed to be very little chance of redeeming the lost cow.
Neil and Teeny-bits, having seen them off, prepared to start northward to the Norris place in the Whiteface Mountains. Teeny-bits felt none too glad to leave the Durant home; those six days had been filled to overflowing with happiness. "You're coming again," Sylvia had said, and when Teeny-bits had replied, "I hope so," she had added, "Why, of course you are. Every one wants you to."
Burrows, and laughed heartily. "The boy's disappointed that his father's just a man and not a clown." "Is that it, Jerry?" asked his mother, falling to her knees and gathering him close to her breast. "He ain't Whiteface," Jerry mourned softly in her ear. Mr.
The path wound past the orchard, past the strawberry field, and by the side of the pasture where Cowslip and Whiteface were already turning their faces toward the bars. Its appearance was an example of the fashion in which utility and sentiment were likely to find themselves mixed upon the farm called Strawberry Acres.
They are poor, but I will make them rich; and then I will return to Lonely Valley, and a priest shall come with me, and we will dwell here at Whiteface Mountain, where men are men and not children." And the woman blessed him, and prayed for him, and let him go.
Jerry felt so proud of himself for having remembered so much that he forgot all about the man with the red scar and being afraid of him. "I 'membered it, didn't I, Whiteface?" "Yes," answered the clown, "you did, and it proves beyond the shadow of a doubt that you are my lost little son and you've got the right to call me father." "Father," said Jerry experimentally, trying to see how it sounded.
Or as if Sultana could be mistaken. What is your name, dear; do you remember that?" "Jerry Elbow," replied Jerry. "What is yours?" Whiteface asked Chris. "Chris Mullarkey," he replied. "How long has Jerry been with you?" "Three years," put in Danny. "He was only three and a half then," said the woman, "and probably couldn't say his name very plainly. He couldn't at the time he was stolen.
"God bless him! To the day when we see him again!" And all of them saw that day. "Is it that we stand at the top of the hill and the end of the travel has come, Pierre? Why don't you spake?" "We stand at the top of the hill, and it is the end." "And Lonely Valley is at our feet and Whiteface Mountain beyond?" "One at our feet, and the other beyond, Shon McGann."
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