. Nature in Acadie [microform]. Birds; Oiseaux. 47 ^d honie- iree Mile '"ging in heir song ill attrac- compass Hisin, the as gie-it- nge what for 'le urprising ed before erry con- lie forest, nd shrill ng every 11 join in. CHAPTER XI. AR different to all our old-time conceptions is the dawn of a New World May day in the solitudes of the primeval forest! No groups of villagers, no merry dances, no gaily-decked teams of horses—nothing but the grey silence of day-break, and the all- extending forest. As I stand, the woods close in around with their array of shadowy forms looming through the
. Nature in Acadie [microform]. Birds; Oiseaux. 47 ^d honie- iree Mile '"ging in heir song ill attrac- compass Hisin, the as gie-it- nge what for 'le urprising ed before erry con- lie forest, nd shrill ng every 11 join in. CHAPTER XI. AR different to all our old-time conceptions is the dawn of a New World May day in the solitudes of the primeval forest! No groups of villagers, no merry dances, no gaily-decked teams of horses—nothing but the grey silence of day-break, and the all- extending forest. As I stand, the woods close in around with their array of shadowy forms looming through the uncertain light of dawn. A space further on a low boulder forms a ready couch. Here the ghostly army of the forest fades away, for below is the sea, now lying placid and dumb, with a faint slow heave of its fair bosom, and a mute, passionless appeal which draws one's thoughts out to it and steals them away seaward —over to that Old World from which the face was so resolutely turned. These are the moments of reverie, undisturbed by any sound save the ripple of the tiny waterfall near at handf. Here it is always water—little streamlets splashing from every hillside and chasing one another down among the hollows and shallows and the littered granite ; down, down, and away headlong to the sea— " Run home, little streams, With your lapfuls of stars and dreams "— singing, as they run, little intermittent snatches of strange music ; now like the faint, far tinkling of silver bells, and again like the sedge-bird babbling by. Please note that these images are extracted from scanned page images that may have been digitally enhanced for readability - coloration and appearance of these illustrations may not perfectly resemble the original Swann, H. Kirke (Harry Kirke), 1871-1926. London : J. Bale
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