. In God's out-of-doors. Natural history. sitting so sedately. 1 really suppose that seeing me eat has made him hungry. He will have his lunch too. But the light on the water is sweet to see, and the ripples run like laughter over the river's face, and the cattails not yet tailed stand sedately like folks at a funeral, and the blue of the sky is clouding for rain, and a drop from the cloud is on my face, and the gray sky is beautiful as a Vision of the twilight—and where is the pole? 1 will leave a crust of bread and a chicken bone on the bank. The chipmunk has been neighborly, maybe he will l
. In God's out-of-doors. Natural history. sitting so sedately. 1 really suppose that seeing me eat has made him hungry. He will have his lunch too. But the light on the water is sweet to see, and the ripples run like laughter over the river's face, and the cattails not yet tailed stand sedately like folks at a funeral, and the blue of the sky is clouding for rain, and a drop from the cloud is on my face, and the gray sky is beautiful as a Vision of the twilight—and where is the pole? 1 will leave a crust of bread and a chicken bone on the bank. The chipmunk has been neighborly, maybe he will like it; and I will throw some shreds of my lunch into the water as an offering to the fish. They have given me a rare morning. The line is not wet, but I am, and the fish have not been be- guiled, for I have not grown vicious yet and baited /\ my hook. But I'll be blessed if 1 know where the pole and the line and the hook are ; and I will go and hunt them. And after a series of meanderings in mind 1 conclude they may be in one of seventeen places, which is a serious gain in the question of discovery and conclude them practically found now. 1 may be leisurely and gather v/ild roses and dainty ferns; and 1 sit down beside a wild flower devoutly as beside a woman, and wonder about its loneliness and loveliness, and if God knows it is there; and I walk in ripples of undulat- ' ing grasses that hem the edge of the stream, and ,-- a phcebe plaints near me, and far across the river where the milk weeds grow and hang their ball blossoms, a hawk flies and flings his eager shadow on the water or on the meadow; for the sky has cleared and the rain cloud has forgotten its business and has gone a-gypsying with the wind. And here 1 go hunting for the fishing line. Strangely enough 1 was mistaken. It was not in any of the seventeen places, but is in the nineteenth. There it was sprawling indolently like a hobo in the shade with his dinner fragments beside him, with the flics upon him, and t
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