A journey to nature . nism of husks,and how admirably he would have failed to arriveat the proper moment, when the father was wait-ing for him, because he had blown his brains outor cut his throat with a potsherd on the , brother, I prefer the highway. We descended slowly into a valley, which grewi6o MATURE TRUANTS shadowy and wet, and there was the traditionalrustic bridge across a narrow stream. The Doc-tor looked at his watch. How far, he asked, do you suppose we have come ? I thought five miles. He calculated eight. Itwas noon. We leaned against the old hand-railand looked at eac
A journey to nature . nism of husks,and how admirably he would have failed to arriveat the proper moment, when the father was wait-ing for him, because he had blown his brains outor cut his throat with a potsherd on the , brother, I prefer the highway. We descended slowly into a valley, which grewi6o MATURE TRUANTS shadowy and wet, and there was the traditionalrustic bridge across a narrow stream. The Doc-tor looked at his watch. How far, he asked, do you suppose we have come ? I thought five miles. He calculated eight. Itwas noon. We leaned against the old hand-railand looked at each other. ^ Doctor, said I, I acknowledge the prodigalfeeling — it is located mainly in my stomach. He pointed down the stream to a flat rock,very mossy and canopied by a marsh us repair, he said, to yon umbrageousspot. I have bread and butter with home-curedham interpolated, not to mention two hard-boiledeggs, prepared by the dainty fingers of the girlwe have left behind. I will promise you not i6i
Size: 1857px × 1346px
Photo credit: © The Reading Room / Alamy / Afripics
License: Licensed
Model Released: No
Keywords: ., bookcentury1900, bookdecade1900, bookidjourneytonat, bookyear1903
