. The natvral man : a romance of the golden age . o the confines of hislittle domain. The black cat ran with himand the great owl swooped down fromsomewhere and perched on his head. Andas the bird swayed on its unsteady perchturning its pivoted head to stare at themat whiles, and flapping its great wings, theythought of Odin. And the moonlight drifted whitelydown through the trees on all. After they had left him, & could onlyhear his flute ringing sweetly through the The Natural Man 129 silent woods, Miss Earle, riding betweenher two companions, said: Do you know, that man has taughtme the gre
. The natvral man : a romance of the golden age . o the confines of hislittle domain. The black cat ran with himand the great owl swooped down fromsomewhere and perched on his head. Andas the bird swayed on its unsteady perchturning its pivoted head to stare at themat whiles, and flapping its great wings, theythought of Odin. And the moonlight drifted whitelydown through the trees on all. After they had left him, & could onlyhear his flute ringing sweetly through the The Natural Man 129 silent woods, Miss Earle, riding betweenher two companions, said: Do you know, that man has taughtme the greatest truth of my life? I havebeen profoundly dissatisfied with my ownlife and that of the world, as you I am coming up here on this moun-tain side, shall purchase land next thisphilosopher, and, gradually gatheringaround me like-minded spirits, we willform a nucleus of that freer society ofwhich he has dreamed. What do you say,dear friends, will you help We will. And in the distance, sweet ^ far, rangthe flute. CHAP T E R FT I. T was morning again in ValeSunrise, the dew on the flowersand leaves, the level lightstreaming through the beautiful tall girl walked in the pathnear Cave Gables. Her gown was of thesimplest, and short enough to show herbeautifully turned bare feet and her uncovered head her fair hair fell intwo thick braids far below her waist. Hergreat gray eyes were pensive and sat down on a log and seemed lostin thought. Suddenly there was a glad bark,a beagle fawned upon her, and she looked 132 The Natural Man up to see Forrest close at hand, with themilk crock balanced on his head. O Forrest! she said, a glad lightbreaking thro her clear, brown complexionand making her somewhat irregular fea-tures beautiful. He set down the crock ^ putting hisarms around her, kissed her tenderly. What brings you here, my sweetLight of the Morning? She smiled happily at his loving wordsand patted his brawny arm, in a sort ofproud timidit
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