. Blood for blood; a legend of the "big elm tree,". 88 You can not both marry my daughter,Said the farmer, without a frown; But if youre agreed, you may try your speedOn the by-ways from here to town; And the one that gets the licenseAnd returns with it here this een, Shall have Roses hand and be heir to my land,With the blessing of farmer Green. Now speed away on your journey, Said the farmer, with a smile;And make no delay—to the village away— It is distant a good thirty mile. Into the forest primeval The horses plunged with affright—Each went his own way to the village that day, Intent on t
. Blood for blood; a legend of the "big elm tree,". 88 You can not both marry my daughter,Said the farmer, without a frown; But if youre agreed, you may try your speedOn the by-ways from here to town; And the one that gets the licenseAnd returns with it here this een, Shall have Roses hand and be heir to my land,With the blessing of farmer Green. Now speed away on your journey, Said the farmer, with a smile;And make no delay—to the village away— It is distant a good thirty mile. Into the forest primeval The horses plunged with affright—Each went his own way to the village that day, Intent on the prize at night. The old-time village of Post VincennesWas bathed in the mellow light Of the autumn haze, when the sleepy gazeOf the villagers met the sight 89. 90 Of a stranger riding a foam-flecked horse With nostrils distended wide,—Surely some one is sick, said Doctor Quick— 111 saddle my horse for a ride. But the stranger galloped swiftly To the court-house over the way,Where the dozing clerk was soon at work On a license for Albert Gray. Albert Gray and Rosalind Green— One dollar, my lucky boy:May you both have health and oceans of wealth, And an unbroken chain of joy. Again the sleepy clerk relapsed Into dozing as before,When, dreaming of fees and living at ease, He awoke by a rap at the door. Come—give me a license, I pray thee— My name ? It is Edward asleep, half awake, the good clerk spake In a petulant kind of way: Have you lost the one I gave you ? Then you do not deserve the his head, the bashful boy said: I rode in such haste, sir—alas. 9i
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