. The gem of the school room : recitation book of prose and poems. ield I my homeward waywill wend; And there, while driving through her quaint streets, Iwill paint anew the James, Portraying ghastly scenes and blend them with rosetinted skies of the Thames. THE JAMES—Continued I now again stand upon the banks of the witching James River,And would barter a ton of gold to hear the red mens arrows quiver,Oh, my grim and sinister wish has come to pass only too fierce painted knaves are upon the war path ere another moon. A stalwart Indian brave, ever on the alert, springs out upon his pr
. The gem of the school room : recitation book of prose and poems. ield I my homeward waywill wend; And there, while driving through her quaint streets, Iwill paint anew the James, Portraying ghastly scenes and blend them with rosetinted skies of the Thames. THE JAMES—Continued I now again stand upon the banks of the witching James River,And would barter a ton of gold to hear the red mens arrows quiver,Oh, my grim and sinister wish has come to pass only too fierce painted knaves are upon the war path ere another moon. A stalwart Indian brave, ever on the alert, springs out upon his there, over and over they wrestle amid the leaves and clay;And now, a grim, hideous, ghastly form lies stretched upon the the wary scout like an old sleuth upon the track of foes hound. Yonder, cautiously sails a war painted Indian in , Me-thinks I see far up the rugged cliffs a portion of hiscrew; Now the gentle wind stirs the leaves among the frag-rant forest trees. And now I sight away across yon pathless woods of THE JAMES—CONTINUED 55 While a-way up in yonder tall, spreading, rustling,knarled old oak, I hear a loud, harsh, grating cry as if it were a buzzardscroak. And as I stand thus gazing into the tall, tangled foresttrees. The wind wafts a-down the James River a most delic-ious breeze. Hist, on the placid waters of the river an Indian goes by,And following close in his wake, another dusky chief doth hie:Cautiously now, we hide behind this tangled, jetting ridge of thou closely about thy form, that gypsy red and striped frock. Now out from this towering, picturesque tangled wall well come,And up and down the mystic James River we now wiH dance and humAs happy as a fairy lark on his most noted wedding day,When he took his bonnie mate and flew across the Ozark-hills away. Aha, the earth was a-tune with the lay of birds of everyhue, Out across that lovely expanse my attention the warb-lers drew. But when I looked I
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