A journey to nature . ave the reality on that veryspot where so much ideality had been wastedpossessed me. There was no accounting for these 190 A FRINGED GENTIAN masculine whimsies. All that is worth telling atthis time is, that when I reached the spot wherethe Doctor and I had sat down, October hadchanged her tune and her dress. It was late inthe afternoon, and the sky was filled up with whatKeats calls herded elephants slow moving in thewest, and low down, where the sun struckthrough, they were caparisoned in gold brocadeand carried flaming plunder. It was dismalenough. The color was all ou
A journey to nature . ave the reality on that veryspot where so much ideality had been wastedpossessed me. There was no accounting for these 190 A FRINGED GENTIAN masculine whimsies. All that is worth telling atthis time is, that when I reached the spot wherethe Doctor and I had sat down, October hadchanged her tune and her dress. It was late inthe afternoon, and the sky was filled up with whatKeats calls herded elephants slow moving in thewest, and low down, where the sun struckthrough, they were caparisoned in gold brocadeand carried flaming plunder. It was dismalenough. The color was all out of the meadow,save where the pools seemed to wink their blood-shot eyes at us, as the stiff wind swayed thehuckleberry bushes. Griselle wound her wrapabout her and seemed to retire within it. Onlyher face was visible, and that wore an inquiringand somewhat vacuous look. It gave me a numb feehng of despair. Andyet as she stood there, wound about as if by thewind, I could not help saying to myself, Thefringed 391
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