. Zigzag journeys in the White city. With visits to the neighboring metropolis . , Elder, that— There, thehorn is blowing for dinner, and I ve husked this morning five baskets of corn. Was it a miracle, Susan? asked one of the huskers,— the girl with largeeyes. I70 ZIGZAG JOURNEYS IN THE WHITE CITY. Well, some say it was, like Elder Holmes, and some, like Elder Almy, sayit was only smoke; I cant be sure. It seems to me like the battle of SheriffMuir, that my old grandfather, who was a Scotchman, used to tell about: Some say that they ran,Some say that we ran,And some say that nane ranAt a, man
. Zigzag journeys in the White city. With visits to the neighboring metropolis . , Elder, that— There, thehorn is blowing for dinner, and I ve husked this morning five baskets of corn. Was it a miracle, Susan? asked one of the huskers,— the girl with largeeyes. I70 ZIGZAG JOURNEYS IN THE WHITE CITY. Well, some say it was, like Elder Holmes, and some, like Elder Almy, sayit was only smoke; I cant be sure. It seems to me like the battle of SheriffMuir, that my old grandfather, who was a Scotchman, used to tell about: Some say that they ran,Some say that we ran,And some say that nane ranAt a, man. ■ But of one thing I m sure, A battle there was at Sheriff Muir,Which I saw, man,And we ran, and they ran,And they ran, and we ran,Awa, man. Susan, like ordinary mortals, obeyed the lively dinner-horn, followed by themerry Rhode Islanders. The Miracle? It is a mystery still. Susan is dead, and the flat gray wall-stone that marked her grave is sinking, moss-covered, into the grass where thesparrows nest, among the many graves that lie on the sunset slope of FISHERIES BUILDING. CHAPTER VIII.
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