. Blood for blood; a legend of the "big elm tree,". 86 Speak out, said the sturdy farmer, Let your errand be quickly divined their intent, but wittingly meant That each should his mission unfold. A pleasant morning this, sir— Stammered out one in ever Ive seen, said old farmer Green, But what is it brought you here? Are you all well at home, sir ? Responded the other are always well—but will you not tell— Have you tidings good or bad ? I was passing this way, and thought that—Thought what ? said the farmer. Well, then, I was passing this way, and thought I would sayThat
. Blood for blood; a legend of the "big elm tree,". 86 Speak out, said the sturdy farmer, Let your errand be quickly divined their intent, but wittingly meant That each should his mission unfold. A pleasant morning this, sir— Stammered out one in ever Ive seen, said old farmer Green, But what is it brought you here? Are you all well at home, sir ? Responded the other are always well—but will you not tell— Have you tidings good or bad ? I was passing this way, and thought that—Thought what ? said the farmer. Well, then, I was passing this way, and thought I would sayThat perhaps I would call again. You trifle with me, said farmer Green—Now tell me—what would you here? Let the truth be told—speak out and speak bold—Youve nothing from me to fear. I came to ask for your daughter, Responded the boldest I, said the other, the more modest brother, Would ask for her hand, in truth. 87. 88 You can not both marry my daughter,Said the farmer, without a frown; But if youre agreed, you may try your speedOn the by-ways from here to town; And the one that gets the licenseAnd returns with it here this een, Shall have Roses hand and be heir to my land,With the blessing of farmer Green. Now speed away on your journey, Said the farmer, with a smile;And make no delay—to the village away— It is distant a good thirty mile. Into the forest primeval The horses plunged with affright—Each went his own way to the village that day, Intent on the prize at night. The old-time village of Post VincennesWas bathed in the mellow light Of the autumn haze, when the sleepy gazeOf the villagers met the sight 89
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