Excerpt: ...could ever have given him that he loved him. And then as he lay back on his pillow, he turned his face back into the dark cabin. Out upon the stillness of the night floated the parson's passion- silver-clear, but in an undertone of such peace, of such immortal gentleness. It was as though the very beams of the far-off serenest moon, ...
Excerpt: ...could ever have given him that he loved him. And then as he lay back on his pillow, he turned his face back into the dark cabin. Out upon the stillness of the night floated the parson's passion- silver-clear, but in an undertone of such peace, of such immortal gentleness. It was as though the very beams of the far-off serenest moon, falling upon his flute and dropping down into its interior through its little round openings, were by his touch shorn of all their lustre, their softness, their celestial energy, and made to reissue as music. It was as though his flute had been stuffed with frozen Alpine blossoms and these had been melted away by the passionate breath of his soul into the coldest invisible flowers of sound. At last, as though all these blossoms in his flute had been used up-blown out upon the warm, moon-lit air as the snow-white fragrances of the ear-the parson buried his face softly upon his elbow which rested on the back of his chair. And neither man spoke again. XIII WHEN Mrs. Falconer had drawn near John's hut on the morning of his misfortune, it was past noon despite all her anxious, sorrowful haste to reach him. His wounds had been dressed. The crowd of people that had gathered about his cabin were gone back to their occupations or their homes-except a group that sat on the roots of a green tree several yards from his door. Some of these were old wilderness folk living near by who had offered to nurse him and otherwise to care for his comforts and needs. The affair furnished them that renewed interest in themselves which is so liable to revisit us when we have escaped a fellow-creature's suffering but can relate good things about ourselves in like risks and dangers; and they were drawing out their reminiscences now with unconscious gratitude for so excellent an opportunity befalling them in these peaceful unadventurous days. Several of John's boys lay in the grass and hung upon these narratives. Now and then they cast...
Very Good. HB, The Macmillan Company, New York, 1897, reprint. Navy blue cloth with gilt lettering and decoration showing some shelf wear, previous owner signed fep, light fraying of inside gutter at fep and bep, very tight. Very Good.
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