. Mackinac and lake stories. on after the birds, and there wasnot a sound outside of natures stirrings till morn-ing, unless some drunken fishermen trailed downthe Galilee road to see what might be iaflicted onthe property of sleeping Mormons. The northern air blew fresh through gable win-dows of the attic, yet Emeline turned restlessly onher straw bed, and counted the dim rafters whileEoxy slept. Finally she could not lie still, andslipped cautiously out of bed, feeling dire need tobe abroad, running or riding with all her leaned out of a gable window, courting themoist chill of the
. Mackinac and lake stories. on after the birds, and there wasnot a sound outside of natures stirrings till morn-ing, unless some drunken fishermen trailed downthe Galilee road to see what might be iaflicted onthe property of sleeping Mormons. The northern air blew fresh through gable win-dows of the attic, yet Emeline turned restlessly onher straw bed, and counted the dim rafters whileEoxy slept. Finally she could not lie still, andslipped cautiously out of bed, feeling dire need tobe abroad, running or riding with all her leaned out of a gable window, courting themoist chill of the starless night. While the hiddenlandscape seemed strangely dear to her, she wasfull of unspeakable homesickness and longing forshe knew not what—a life she had not known andcould not imagine, some perfect friend who calledher silently through space and was able to lift herout of the entanglements of existence. The regular throbbing of a horses feet approach-ing along the road at a brisk walk became quite 102 > B is O a. THE KING OF BEAVER distinct. Emelines sensations were suspended whileshe listened. From the direction of St. James shesaw a figure on horseback coming between the duskyparallel fence rows. The sound of walking ceasedin front of the house, and presently another soundcrept barely as high as the attic window. It wasthe cry of a violin, sweet and piercing, like somecelestial voice. It took her unawares. She fledfrom it to her place beside Eoxy and covered herears with the bedclothes. Eoxy turned with a yawn and aroused from rose to her elbow and drew in her breath,giggling. The violin courted like an angel, findingsecret approaches to the girl who lay rigid with herears stopped. Cousin Emeline! whispered iioxy, do youhear that? What is it? inquired Emeline, revealing noemotion. Its Brother Strang serenading. How do you know? Because he is the only man on Beaver who canplay the fiddle like that. Eoxy gave herself overto unrestrained giggling. A man fi
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