Green fields and whispering woods; or, The recreations of an American "country gentleman"; embracing journeys over his farm and excursions into his library . ard near the Atlantic seaboard;l)ut an errant brother, drifting westwardly, had found a lodge-ment in this brushwood, and after a short stay here had ren-dered her assistance to come and visit him, with perhapslittle thought of what was to occur beyond that. She came ;her visiting season was spent among the people where thebrother labored for a monthly stipend,— rough, uncultured,but kindly people were these,— not just such as our youngci
Green fields and whispering woods; or, The recreations of an American "country gentleman"; embracing journeys over his farm and excursions into his library . ard near the Atlantic seaboard;l)ut an errant brother, drifting westwardly, had found a lodge-ment in this brushwood, and after a short stay here had ren-dered her assistance to come and visit him, with perhapslittle thought of what was to occur beyond that. She came ;her visiting season was spent among the people where thebrother labored for a monthly stipend,— rough, uncultured,but kindly people were these,— not just such as our youngcity-bred girl had been accustomed to meet,— and the timecame when the question with her was: What next ? Eeallyher good-humored, careless brother had not looked farenough ahead to anticipate the arrival of this emergencyand hence had made no provision for it. If Kathleen waspenniless, and hence comparatively helpless there, he waslittle less so. But some move must be made; and amongthe many that were by them canvassed as possible, thatchosen as most feasible was the acceptance by each of a?situation upon the farm. 224 KATHLEEN VISITS THE I well remember theoccasion of tlie first visitof Kathleen to the farm-stead. It was sometime ere herdomestication there. It was a warmin the latter part of the month ofy, I think. A thaw was in pro-3ss; but although the water was runningbrook and ditch, there was still a sufficiencyn the roads to constitute good tell you more about John pretty soon)d ridden behind my slow pet-pony, Eock ,out to the place, (which is the usual designation of acountry-seat like mine in this part of the world, and heremeans mine), where I had alighted and loaned my horse andcutter to my companion who had pushed on further towardthe north, where, scattered about among the tall trees,— partfarmers, part lumbermen, part huntsmen, part a combinationof all these,— lived various of his relatives. It was in thisneighborhood that our hired gi
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