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Updated: June 4, 2025
"The trees that have been kind to the little bird with the broken wing may keep their leaves." This is why the leaves of the spruce, the pine, and the juniper are always green. Long, long ago, so the legend says, when Joseph and Mary and the Holy Babe fled out of Bethlehem into Egypt, they passed through the green wildwood. And flowers and trees and plants bent their heads in reverence.
Crossing the Blue Ridge at Ashby's Gap and fording the bright Shenandoah, the young surveyors made their way towards this wildwood lodge. It was a house with broad stone gables, its sloping roof coming down over a long porch in front. The locality was not altogether a safe one. There were still some Indians in that country, and something might stir them up against the whites.
Luke seized and pulled at a lock of his hair as if it was a sprouting idea. "You came from Fairville," he resumed. "Fairview." "Then you're the same. Yes, you must be the fellow Andy Wildwood, the heir." The young acrobat stared hard at Luke Belding. He wondered if the embryo lion tamer was crazy or had he not heard him aright?
"They were very skillful and gentle, as you say. Moreover, he was young and exceedingly good-looking." "Hum!" said Philip caustically. "With all those beauty points, he must be a dub medically. What stung so?" "Strong salt brine, piping hot," said the girl discouragingly. "It's a wildwood remedy for washing wounds." "Didn't the dub carry any conventional antiseptics?"
When old Culpeper died the Virginia land went to his daughter, and from her it descended to her son, Lord Fairfax, who sent out his cousin, William Fairfax, to look after his great estate, which covered a whole broad county in the wilderness, and counties in those days were often very large. Lord Fairfax was not much concerned about the American wildwood.
"Oh, hello, you, Wildwood," spoke the farmer with a grin. "Playing hookey, eh?" "No, sir," answered Andy frankly. "I was expelled from school this morning." "Do tell me now!" said Dale. "Want a lift?" "No, sir," answered Andy, "I just wanted to take up a minute of your time. I'm sorry, Mr. Dale, I don't suppose you think any too much of me already, and when I tell you " "Hey?
Now, his place is the picture of prosperity: stuffed birds in the veranda, cellars far dug into the hillside, and resting on pillars like a bandit's cave: all trimness, varnish, flowers, and sunshine, among the tangled wildwood. Stout, smiling Mrs.
"How big?" insinuated Andy, disbelievingly. "I can, I vow I can! I'm in dead earnest. Say, Wildwood, nobody knows it but me you're an heir " "Eh? Bosh! I guess your heir is all hot air. Ah, here comes the policeman oh, gracious! My aunt!" Andy Wildwood let go his hold of Jim Tapp. With startled eyes, in sheer dismay he stared at a woman approaching them, her curiosity aroused by the crowd.
In after days belike she scarce trowed in the tale, yet the terror of it abode with her. Moreover the wildwood toward that side, as it drew toward the water, was dark and dreary and forbidding, running into black thickets standing amidst quagmires, all unlike to the sweet, clean upland ridges, oak begrown and greenswarded, of the parts which lay toward the north, and which she mostly haunted.
No, don't keep him," continued Marco to Thacher in a hurried way that made Andy curious. "You can see him again. Come, lad." "What's the trouble, Mr. Marco?" asked Andy. Marco did not answer. He kept hold of Andy's arm and led him to the rear. About to enter the performers' tent he dodged back. "Keep close to me," he directed in a tone of suppressed excitement. "Quick, Wildwood out this way.
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