Boggy solitudes of Nantucket . To nourish one small seed. D. G. ROSSETTI. You should have heard him speak of what he loved:of the tent pitched beside the talking water; of the starsoverhead at night; of the blest return of the morning, thepeep of day over the moors, the awaking birds among thebirches; how he abhorred the long winter shut in cities:and with what delight, at the return of spring, he oncemore pitched his camp in the living out-of-doors.—Stevenson. CHAPTER I HE sun came up, agolden ball in themorning sky, and ameadow-lark richlywarbled in flute-liketones, Good morn-ing, before res
Boggy solitudes of Nantucket . To nourish one small seed. D. G. ROSSETTI. You should have heard him speak of what he loved:of the tent pitched beside the talking water; of the starsoverhead at night; of the blest return of the morning, thepeep of day over the moors, the awaking birds among thebirches; how he abhorred the long winter shut in cities:and with what delight, at the return of spring, he oncemore pitched his camp in the living out-of-doors.—Stevenson. CHAPTER I HE sun came up, agolden ball in themorning sky, and ameadow-lark richlywarbled in flute-liketones, Good morn-ing, before restingon an azalea was not long be-fore robin in red vestcame hopping overthe ground, express-ing, by a toss of the head, his generalsatisfaction with the day, and immediatelyfinding a good fat worm for his break-fast. With two or three more hops, cameCheer up! Cheer up! in greeting tothe fields of snowy daisies and the golden but-tercups, now but just awake. Stately purple-crowned thistles looked on, unmoved by the 17. 18 BOGGY SOLITUDES OF NANTUCKET gentle wind, which with caressing handsoothed the grasses, glittering with the earlysunbeams upon them like so many diamondsin a coronet. Not far off was a group ofrabbit-foot clover, huddling close together,their soft dove-colored bushy heads likewoolly sheep upon the moorland,. Now Bob White ventures near, understand-ing the cruel hunter with gun lurks not inthis peaceful spot, and he can go about in per-fect safety. A bee-martin, perched on a scruboak near the meadow-lark, calls Goodmorning! Good morning! while Jack rabbitruns up from^the beach grass to hearken tothe concert, for he has heard the orchestrastrike up in welcome to the newborn day. Hisears look longer, and are more erect than ever,as he sits by a bunch of plantain, nibbling thefirst course of his morning meal. The faint low trills of a song sparrow glad-den every pause in the program, and thereis continuous music, while from every sidecomes z-zip! z-zip! a
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