. Jackanapes. Daddy Darwin's dovecot. The story of a short life . oom. Isnt it splendid, Mother? Father and I made ittogether out of my Wednesday text. Uncle Rupert,can you hear it? I dont think you can. I believeyou are dead and deaf, though you seem to see. And standing face to face with the young Cavalier,Leonard sang his Wednesday text all through: The lot is fallen unto me in a fair ground; yea, Ihave a goodly heritage. But Uncle Rupert spoke no word to his youngkinsman, though he still seemed to see througheyes drowned in tears. CHAPTER II. an acre of barren ground ; ling, heath, broom,
. Jackanapes. Daddy Darwin's dovecot. The story of a short life . oom. Isnt it splendid, Mother? Father and I made ittogether out of my Wednesday text. Uncle Rupert,can you hear it? I dont think you can. I believeyou are dead and deaf, though you seem to see. And standing face to face with the young Cavalier,Leonard sang his Wednesday text all through: The lot is fallen unto me in a fair ground; yea, Ihave a goodly heritage. But Uncle Rupert spoke no word to his youngkinsman, though he still seemed to see througheyes drowned in tears. CHAPTER II. an acre of barren ground ; ling, heath, broom, furze, anything. Tempest, Act i. Scene I. Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife !To all the sensual world proclaim,One crowded hour of glorious lifeIs worth an age without a name. Scott. AKE a High-w a y m a n sHeath. Destroy ev-ery vestige oflife with fireand axe, fromthe pine thathas longestbeen a land-mark, to thesmallest beetlesmothered insmoking acresof purple andpink heather, and pare away the young bracken that springs verdant from its CAMP AND COMRADES. 23 Let flame consume the perfumed gorse in all itsglory, and not spare the broom, whose more exquisiteyellow atones for its lack of fragrance. In this common ruin be every lesser flower in-volved : blue beds of speedwell by the wayfarerspath- -the daintier milkwort, and rougher red rattle— down to the very dodder that clasps the heather,let them perish, and the face of Dame Nature beutterly blackened ! Then : Shave the heath as bare as the back of your hand,and if you have felled every tree, and left not so muchas a tussock of grass or a scarlet toadstool to breakthe force of the winds; then shall the winds come,from the east and from the west, from the north andfrom the south, and shall raise on your shaven heathclouds of sand that would not discredit a desert in theheart of Africa. By some such recipe the ground was prepared forthat Camp of Instruction at Asholt which was, as wehave seen, a thorn
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