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He paused and studied Shillito, who began to look disturbed. "One would
sooner be polite and take the easy line," Don Ramon resumed. "So far
this is possible, because you are not on the list sent our Government by
the British police, but we have power to examine foreigners about whom
we are not satisfied. Well, I doub... | Lister's Great Adventure | Bindloss, Harold | 1866 | 1945 | ['en'] | 11 | {'Salvage -- Fiction', 'Shipwrecks -- Fiction', 'Africa -- Fiction', 'Love stories'} | PG10076 | |
Studying the groups of passengers at the rails, she thought she saw a
face she knew. The face got distinct, and when the liner's lofty side
towered above the boat, Shillito, looking down, lifted his cap and bowed
with ironical politeness. Barbara turned her head and tried for calm
while she watched the tug.
Lister had... | Lister's Great Adventure | Bindloss, Harold | 1866 | 1945 | ['en'] | 11 | {'Salvage -- Fiction', 'Shipwrecks -- Fiction', 'Africa -- Fiction', 'Love stories'} | PG10076 | |
At length, the bubbles began to move towards the hulk, the ladder shook,
and a dull, red reflection shone through the water. Then the copper
helmet broke the surface, rose a few inches, and stopped, and Brown ran
to the gangway. Lister was exhausted and his worn-out body could not
meet the change of pressure. They dra... | Lister's Great Adventure | Bindloss, Harold | 1866 | 1945 | ['en'] | 11 | {'Salvage -- Fiction', 'Shipwrecks -- Fiction', 'Africa -- Fiction', 'Love stories'} | PG10076 | |
A steamer's hull below her load-line is pierced in places to admit water
for the condensers and ballast tanks. Lister had found some inlets open,
but now they were shut.
"I'll own old Cartwright's a great man," Brown said thoughtfully. "When
he takes on a job he studies things all round. The salvage folks, no
doubt, r... | Lister's Great Adventure | Bindloss, Harold | 1866 | 1945 | ['en'] | 11 | {'Salvage -- Fiction', 'Shipwrecks -- Fiction', 'Africa -- Fiction', 'Love stories'} | PG10076 | |
In the morning, he knew the fever that bothered him now and then had
returned. For all that, he must hold out and he began his labor in the
burning sun. When the flood tide rippled about the wreck it was obvious
the pump was getting the water down. The bows lifted, and starting the
winches, they hauled aft the ropes. ... | Lister's Great Adventure | Bindloss, Harold | 1866 | 1945 | ['en'] | 11 | {'Salvage -- Fiction', 'Shipwrecks -- Fiction', 'Africa -- Fiction', 'Love stories'} | PG10076 | |
The ropes cracked and the hulk's list got sharp. On one side, her deck
was very near the water. She was broad, but if _Arcturus_ did not lift,
it was obvious she must soon capsize. Lister opened the engine throttle
until the valve-wheel would not turn. The cylinders shook, a gland blew
steam, and the pump clashed and ... | Lister's Great Adventure | Bindloss, Harold | 1866 | 1945 | ['en'] | 11 | {'Salvage -- Fiction', 'Shipwrecks -- Fiction', 'Africa -- Fiction', 'Love stories'} | PG10076 | |
"Something like that! I can certainly make things awkward. However, all
I want is to go with you when you open the lazaret where the boxes of
gold were stored."
"Ah!" said Brown. "I expect you see what your wanting to go indicates?
Looks as if you knew something about the wreck."
"I imagine I do know something," Montg... | Lister's Great Adventure | Bindloss, Harold | 1866 | 1945 | ['en'] | 11 | {'Salvage -- Fiction', 'Shipwrecks -- Fiction', 'Africa -- Fiction', 'Love stories'} | PG10076 | |
Brown knitted his brows and was quiet for some moments. Then he said,
"You are now willing to get us the boys we want and help us where you
can?"
"That is so," Montgomery agreed.
"Very well!" said Brown. "We expect to open the lazaret at daybreak and
you can come with us. You had better send off your boat and stop on
... | Lister's Great Adventure | Bindloss, Harold | 1866 | 1945 | ['en'] | 11 | {'Salvage -- Fiction', 'Shipwrecks -- Fiction', 'Africa -- Fiction', 'Love stories'} | PG10076 | |
"Something in the pocket," he added and taking out a small wet book put
it in the sun. "We'll look at this again, and now for the first box! I
may want you to state you saw me break the seals."
Sitting in the shade of the poop, they opened the box, which was filled
with fine dull-yellow grains. Then Lister sent a man ... | Lister's Great Adventure | Bindloss, Harold | 1866 | 1945 | ['en'] | 11 | {'Salvage -- Fiction', 'Shipwrecks -- Fiction', 'Africa -- Fiction', 'Love stories'} | PG10076 | |
"Very good," said Brown. "Now get off and send somebody to help heave
the boxes on board."
Montgomery turned his head and leaned against the poop. Lister saw he
trembled as if the reaction from the strain was keen. After a few
moments he braced himself.
"It's done with! I think all the boxes held gold, but they're gon... | Lister's Great Adventure | Bindloss, Harold | 1866 | 1945 | ['en'] | 11 | {'Salvage -- Fiction', 'Shipwrecks -- Fiction', 'Africa -- Fiction', 'Love stories'} | PG10076 | |
"I reckon to make an anchorage before dark," he said. "We'll give the
boys the rest they need and send _Terrier_ to _Sar_ Leone for coal.
Learmont will land you."
"Then you're not going to take _Arcturus_ into port?" Montgomery
remarked with some surprise.
"I am not. Cartwright expects me to save him as much as possib... | Lister's Great Adventure | Bindloss, Harold | 1866 | 1945 | ['en'] | 11 | {'Salvage -- Fiction', 'Shipwrecks -- Fiction', 'Africa -- Fiction', 'Love stories'} | PG10076 | |
"It was a moving picture," he said. "The rusty, weed-coated steamer
rolling on the blue combers, and the little, battered tug, holding her
head-to-sea. The breeze was strong and for some days they had not made
three knots an hour. Well, I know something about fever, but they were
_all sick;_ the engineer delirious and... | Lister's Great Adventure | Bindloss, Harold | 1866 | 1945 | ['en'] | 11 | {'Salvage -- Fiction', 'Shipwrecks -- Fiction', 'Africa -- Fiction', 'Love stories'} | PG10076 | |
"Don Luis Sarmiento is the best doctor in the town and had something to
do with a fever hospital in Cuba," she said. "If you tell him I sent
you, he will help. Take all the medicine he can give you and then go to
Leopard Trading Company and buy whatever you think sick men would need.
Bring me the bills."
"If I get all... | Lister's Great Adventure | Bindloss, Harold | 1866 | 1945 | ['en'] | 11 | {'Salvage -- Fiction', 'Shipwrecks -- Fiction', 'Africa -- Fiction', 'Love stories'} | PG10076 | |
The merchant engaged the crew of a Spanish fishing schooner that was
being laid up, and Barbara returning to the hotel found Wheeler in the
garden.
"I've got all the medicine and truck I reckon would be useful," he said.
"If the steamboat man didn't exaggerate, you want a doctor next."
Barbara gave him a level glance ... | Lister's Great Adventure | Bindloss, Harold | 1866 | 1945 | ['en'] | 11 | {'Salvage -- Fiction', 'Shipwrecks -- Fiction', 'Africa -- Fiction', 'Love stories'} | PG10076 | |
Mrs. Cartwright let her go presently and Barbara went to her room. She
had borne a heavy strain, but the reaction had begun, and throwing
herself on a couch she covered her face with her hands and cried.
CHAPTER XI
LISTER'S REWARD
Signal flags fluttered in the breeze at the top of the Isleta and a
smoke cloud stained ... | Lister's Great Adventure | Bindloss, Harold | 1866 | 1945 | ['en'] | 11 | {'Salvage -- Fiction', 'Shipwrecks -- Fiction', 'Africa -- Fiction', 'Love stories'} | PG10076 | |
"Then, I ought to have time to see her before they tow _Arcturus_ in.
Some sea is running and they can't steam fast."
He started for the Catalina and when he stopped by Mrs. Cartwright's
chair his face was hot and he trembled. Hurry and muscular effort upset
him, but time was valuable.
"I have not yet asked you for mo... | Lister's Great Adventure | Bindloss, Harold | 1866 | 1945 | ['en'] | 11 | {'Salvage -- Fiction', 'Shipwrecks -- Fiction', 'Africa -- Fiction', 'Love stories'} | PG10076 | |
She entered the patio with two young tourists, whom she sent off, and
beckoned Cartwright to a bench behind a palm. The sun that pierced the
glass roof was strong and he reflected with dry amusement that Ellen
looked better by electric light in the evening. Although she smiled, her
glance was keen and not friendly.
"I... | Lister's Great Adventure | Bindloss, Harold | 1866 | 1945 | ['en'] | 11 | {'Salvage -- Fiction', 'Shipwrecks -- Fiction', 'Africa -- Fiction', 'Love stories'} | PG10076 | |
"I have an engagement, but I rather want the shares. My getting them
would help me at the meeting," he said. "Shall we say twelve-and-sixpence?
This is the limit."
"Very well," said Mrs. Seaton and smiled with a sense of triumph. "It
looks very greedy, but when can I have a check? You see, I'm nearly
bankrupt."
"Now,"... | Lister's Great Adventure | Bindloss, Harold | 1866 | 1945 | ['en'] | 11 | {'Salvage -- Fiction', 'Shipwrecks -- Fiction', 'Africa -- Fiction', 'Love stories'} | PG10076 | |
The tugs looked very small; the half-loaded hull they towed to an
anchorage floated high above her proper water-line. Rolling on the
languid swell at the harbor mouth, she looked huge. Her rusty side was
like a warehouse wall. When she lifted her plates from the water one saw
the wet weed shine; higher up it clung, pa... | Lister's Great Adventure | Bindloss, Harold | 1866 | 1945 | ['en'] | 11 | {'Salvage -- Fiction', 'Shipwrecks -- Fiction', 'Africa -- Fiction', 'Love stories'} | PG10076 | |
"It's not far. Carrying will be smoother."
"Very well, I'll see all's ready," said Cartwright and got into the
carriage.
Then Barbara went to the stretcher, which was covered by green canvas.
She thought she knew who lay behind the screens, and her look was
strained.
"Is Mr. Lister very ill?" she asked.
Wheeler gave h... | Lister's Great Adventure | Bindloss, Harold | 1866 | 1945 | ['en'] | 11 | {'Salvage -- Fiction', 'Shipwrecks -- Fiction', 'Africa -- Fiction', 'Love stories'} | PG10076 | |
"It's just. Coming home, when my men were sick and Brown was in his
bunk, you undertook the duties of doctor and navigator, and Wheeler
admits your cures were good. Since you have a counter-claim, suppose we
say we're quits?"
Montgomery felt some relief. It looked as if Cartwright did not mean to
use his advantage; th... | Lister's Great Adventure | Bindloss, Harold | 1866 | 1945 | ['en'] | 11 | {'Salvage -- Fiction', 'Shipwrecks -- Fiction', 'Africa -- Fiction', 'Love stories'} | PG10076 | |
Lister was delirious, and for two or three days the doctors doubted his
recovery. Then, one morning, they said his temperature had fallen and
there was hope. Next morning they admitted that he was slowly making
progress. Barbara did not leave the hotel, lest she miss the latest news
from the sick-room. She was not all... | Lister's Great Adventure | Bindloss, Harold | 1866 | 1945 | ['en'] | 11 | {'Salvage -- Fiction', 'Shipwrecks -- Fiction', 'Africa -- Fiction', 'Love stories'} | PG10076 | |
Distributed Proofreaders
THE ATLANTIC MONTHLY.
VOL. X.--OCTOBER, 1862.--NO. LX.
A MAGAZINE OF LITERATURE, ART, AND POLITICS.
AUTUMNAL TINTS.
Europeans coming to America are surprised by the brilliancy of our
autumnal foliage. There is no account of such a phenomenon in English
poetry, because the trees acquire but few... | The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 60, October, 1862: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics | Various | ['en'] | 17 | {'American periodicals'} | PG10077 | |||
Flowers are but colored leaves, fruits but ripe ones. The edible part of
most fruits is, as the physiologist says, "the parenchyma or fleshy
tissue of the leaf" of which they are formed.
Our appetites have commonly confined our views of ripeness and its
phenomena, color, mellowness, and perfectness, to the fruits whic... | The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 60, October, 1862: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics | Various | ['en'] | 17 | {'American periodicals'} | PG10077 | |||
THE PURPLE GRASSES.
By the twentieth of August, everywhere in woods and swamps, we are
reminded of the fall, both by the richly spotted Sarsaparilla-leaves and
Brakes, and the withering and blackened Skunk-Cabbage and Hellebore,
and, by the river-side, the already blackening Pontederia.
The Purple Grass (_Eragrostis p... | The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 60, October, 1862: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics | Various | ['en'] | 17 | {'American periodicals'} | PG10077 | |||
In most plants the corolla or calyx is the part which attains the
highest color, and is the most attractive; in many it is the seed-vessel
or fruit; in others, as the Red Maple, the leaves; and in others still
it is the very culm itself which is the principal flower or blooming
part.
The last is especially the case wi... | The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 60, October, 1862: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics | Various | ['en'] | 17 | {'American periodicals'} | PG10077 | |||
At the same time with this, or near the end of August, a to me very
interesting genus of grasses, Andropogons, or Beard-Grasses, is in its
prime. _Andropogon furcatus_, Forked Beard-Grass, or call it
Purple-Fingered Grass; _Andropogon scoparius_, Purple Wood-Grass; and
_Andropogon_ (now called _Sorghum_) _nutans_, Ind... | The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 60, October, 1862: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics | Various | ['en'] | 17 | {'American periodicals'} | PG10077 | |||
A man shall perhaps rush by and trample down plants as high as his head,
and cannot be said to know that they exist, though he may have cut many
tons of them, littered his stables with them, and fed them to his cattle
for years. Yet, if he ever favorably attends to them, he may be overcome
by their beauty. Each humble... | The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 60, October, 1862: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics | Various | ['en'] | 17 | {'American periodicals'} | PG10077 | |||
THE RED MAPLE.
By the twenty-fifth of September, the Red Maples generally are beginning
to be ripe. Some large ones have been conspicuously changing for a week,
and some single trees are now very brilliant. I notice a small one, half
a mile off across a meadow, against the green wood-side there, a far
brighter red tha... | The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 60, October, 1862: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics | Various | ['en'] | 17 | {'American periodicals'} | PG10077 | |||
A small Red Maple has grown, perchance, far away at the head of some
retired valley, a mile from any road, unobserved. It has faithfully
discharged the duties of a Maple there, all winter and summer, neglected
none of its economies, but added to its stature in the virtue which
belongs to a Maple, by a steady growth fo... | The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 60, October, 1862: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics | Various | ['en'] | 17 | {'American periodicals'} | PG10077 | |||
As I go across a meadow directly toward a low rising ground this bright
afternoon, I see, some fifty rods off toward the sun, the top of a Maple
swamp just appearing over the sheeny russet edge of the hill, a stripe
apparently twenty rods long by ten feet deep, of the most intensely
brilliant scarlet, orange, and yell... | The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 60, October, 1862: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics | Various | ['en'] | 17 | {'American periodicals'} | PG10077 | |||
FALLEN LEAVES.
By the sixth of October the leaves generally begin to fall, in
successive showers, after frost or rain; but the principal leaf-harvest,
the acme of the _Fall_, is commonly about the sixteenth. Some morning at
that date there is perhaps a harder frost than we have seen, and ice
formed under the pump, and... | The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 60, October, 1862: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics | Various | ['en'] | 17 | {'American periodicals'} | PG10077 | |||
Birds'-nests, in the Huckleberry and other shrubs, and in trees, are
already being filled with the withered leaves. So many have fallen in
the woods, that a squirrel cannot run after a falling nut without being
heard. Boys are raking them in the streets, if only for the pleasure of
dealing with such clean crisp substa... | The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 60, October, 1862: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics | Various | ['en'] | 17 | {'American periodicals'} | PG10077 | |||
Perchance, in the afternoon of such a day, when the water is perfectly
calm and full of reflections, I paddle gently down the main stream, and,
turning up the Assabet, reach a quiet cove, where I unexpectedly find
myself surrounded by myriads of leaves, like fellow-voyagers, which seem
to have the same purpose, or wan... | The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 60, October, 1862: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics | Various | ['en'] | 17 | {'American periodicals'} | PG10077 | |||
For beautiful variety no crop can be compared with this. Here is not
merely the plain yellow of the grains, but nearly all the colors that we
know, the brightest blue not excepted: the early blushing Maple, the
Poison-Sumach blazing its sins as scarlet, the mulberry Ash, the rich
chrome-yellow of the Poplars, the bril... | The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 60, October, 1862: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics | Various | ['en'] | 17 | {'American periodicals'} | PG10077 | |||
When the leaves fall, the whole earth is a cemetery pleasant to walk in.
I love to wander and muse over them in their graves. Here are no lying
nor vain epitaphs. What though you own no lot at Mount Auburn? Your lot
is surely cast somewhere in this vast cemetery, which has been
consecrated from of old. You need attend... | The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 60, October, 1862: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics | Various | ['en'] | 17 | {'American periodicals'} | PG10077 | |||
Little did the fathers of the town anticipate this brilliant success,
when they caused to be imported from farther in the country some
straight poles with their tops cut off, which they called Sugar-Maples;
and, as I remember, after they were set out, a neighboring merchant's
clerk, by way of jest, planted beans about... | The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 60, October, 1862: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics | Various | ['en'] | 17 | {'American periodicals'} | PG10077 | |||
Shall the names of so many of our colors continue to be derived from
those of obscure foreign localities, as Naples yellow, Prussian blue,
raw Sienna, burnt Umber, Gamboge?--(surely the Tyrian purple must have
faded by this time)--or from comparatively trivial articles of
commerce,--chocolate, lemon, coffee, cinnamon,... | The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 60, October, 1862: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics | Various | ['en'] | 17 | {'American periodicals'} | PG10077 | |||
No wonder that we must have our annual Cattle-Show, and Fall Training,
and perhaps Cornwallis, our September Courts, and the like. Nature
herself holds her annual fair in October, not only in the streets, but
in every hollow and on every hill-side. When lately we looked into that
Red-Maple swamp all a-blaze,--where th... | The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 60, October, 1862: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics | Various | ['en'] | 17 | {'American periodicals'} | PG10077 | |||
A village needs these innocent stimulants of bright and cheering
prospects to keep off melancholy and superstition. Show me two villages,
one embowered in trees and blazing with all the glories of October, the
other a merely trivial and treeless waste, or with only a single tree or
two for suicides, and I shall be sur... | The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 60, October, 1862: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics | Various | ['en'] | 17 | {'American periodicals'} | PG10077 | |||
Stand under this tree and see how finely its leaves are cut against the
sky,--as it were, only a few sharp points extending from a midrib. They
look like double, treble, or quadruple crosses. They are far more
ethereal than the less deeply scolloped Oak-leaves. They have so little
leafy _terra firma_ that they appear ... | The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 60, October, 1862: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics | Various | ['en'] | 17 | {'American periodicals'} | PG10077 | |||
Regarded as water, it is like a pond with half a dozen broad rounded
promontories extending nearly to its middle, half from each side, while
its watery bays extend far inland, like sharp friths, at each of whose
heads several fine streams empty in,--almost a leafy archipelago.
But it oftener suggests land, and, as Dio... | The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 60, October, 1862: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics | Various | ['en'] | 17 | {'American periodicals'} | PG10077 | |||
This very perfect and vigorous one, about forty feet high, standing in
an open pasture, which was quite glossy green on the twelfth, is now,
the twenty-sixth, completely changed to bright dark scarlet,--every
leaf, between you and the sun, as if it had been dipped into a scarlet
dye. The whole tree is much like a hear... | The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 60, October, 1862: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics | Various | ['en'] | 17 | {'American periodicals'} | PG10077 | |||
If you wish to count the Scarlet Oaks, do it now. In a clear day stand
thus on a hill-top in the woods, when the sun is an hour high, and every
one within range of your vision, excepting in the west, will be
revealed. You might live to the age of Methuselah and never find a tithe
of them, otherwise. Yet sometimes even... | The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 60, October, 1862: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics | Various | ['en'] | 17 | {'American periodicals'} | PG10077 | |||
Let your walks now be a little more adventurous; ascend the hills. If,
about the last of October, you ascend any hill in the outskirts of our
town, and probably of yours, and look over the forest, you may
see--well, what I have endeavored to describe. All this you surely
_will_ see, and much more, if you are prepared ... | The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 60, October, 1862: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics | Various | ['en'] | 17 | {'American periodicals'} | PG10077 | |||
Take a New-England selectman, and set him on the highest of our hills,
and tell him to look,--sharpening his sight to the utmost, and putting
on the glasses that suit him best, (ay, using a spy-glass, if he
likes,)--and make a full report. What, probably, will he _spy_?--what
will he _select_ to look at? Of course, he... | The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 60, October, 1862: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics | Various | ['en'] | 17 | {'American periodicals'} | PG10077 | |||
These bright leaves which I have mentioned are not the exception, but
the rule; for I believe that all leaves, even grasses and mosses,
acquire brighter colors just before their fall. When you come to observe
faithfully the changes of each humblest plant, you find that each has,
sooner or later, its peculiar autumnal ... | The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 60, October, 1862: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics | Various | ['en'] | 17 | {'American periodicals'} | PG10077 | |||
"All ready, Dyke?"
"All right, Capt'n."
Palmer lingered, listening to the talk of the men. Dyke had been an
Ohio-River pilot; after the troubles began, had taken a pork-contract
under Government; but was lieutenant now, as I said. It paid better than
pork, he told Palmer,--a commission, especially in damp weather. Pal... | The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 60, October, 1862: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics | Various | ['en'] | 17 | {'American periodicals'} | PG10077 | |||
But Theodora and these women had seen their door-posts slopped with
blood,--that made a difference. This woman in front had found her boy's
half-charred body left tied to a tree by Rebel scouts: this girl was the
grandchild of Naylor, a man of seventy,--the Federal soldiers were fired
at from his house one day,--the n... | The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 60, October, 1862: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics | Various | ['en'] | 17 | {'American periodicals'} | PG10077 | |||
Dyke touched Palmer's arm.
"Lor', Capt'n," he whispered, "ef thar a'n't old Scofield! 'n the back
o' th' house, watchin' you. Son killed at Manassas,--George,--d' ye
know?"
"I know."
"Danged ef I don't respect Secesh like them," broke out Dyke. "Ye'll not
sin his soul with a test-oath. Thar's grit thar. Well, God help... | The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 60, October, 1862: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics | Various | ['en'] | 17 | {'American periodicals'} | PG10077 | |||
Crossing the field hurriedly, he saw two men talking eagerly behind a
thorn-bush. One of them, turning, came towards him, his hat slouched
over his face. It was Scofield. As he came into the clear starlight,
Palmer recognized the thick-set, sluggish figure and haggard face, and
waited for him,--with a quick remembranc... | The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 60, October, 1862: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics | Various | ['en'] | 17 | {'American periodicals'} | PG10077 | |||
Palmer's eyes lighted. Men of the old lion-breed know each other in
spite of dress or heirship of opinion.
"Ye've been to th' house to-night, boy?" said the old man, his voice
softened. "Yes? That was right. Ye've truer notions nor me. I went away
so 's not till meet yer. I'm sorry for it. George's gone, Dougl's, but
... | The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 60, October, 1862: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics | Various | ['en'] | 17 | {'American periodicals'} | PG10077 | |||
"Have you no more to say to me?"
"Yes, Dougl's,--'s for my little girl,--ef so be as I should foller my
boy sometime, I'd wish you'd be friends to Dode, Dougl's. Yes! I
would,"--hesitating, something wet oozing from his small black eye, and
losing itself in the snuffy wrinkles.
Palmer was touched. It was a hard strugg... | The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 60, October, 1862: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics | Various | ['en'] | 17 | {'American periodicals'} | PG10077 | |||
He went up into the pulpit, taking out the Bible that lay on the shelf,
lighting a candle, glancing uneasily at the old man on the steps. He
never had feared to meet his eye before. He turned to the fly-leaf,
holding it to the candle. What odd fancy made him want to read the
uncouth, blotted words written there? He kn... | The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 60, October, 1862: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics | Various | ['en'] | 17 | {'American periodicals'} | PG10077 | |||
Gaunt was startled. Somehow to-night he did not feel as if God was near
on the hills, as Scofield thought.
"I will,"--hesitating. "Are you going to see Dode first, before you go?"
"Dode? Don't speak of her, boy! I'm sick! Kneel down an' pray,--the
Lord's Prayer,--that's enough,--mother taught me that,"--baring his gra... | The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 60, October, 1862: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics | Various | ['en'] | 17 | {'American periodicals'} | PG10077 | |||
He had met no pickets: he believed the whole Confederate camp there was
asleep. And behind him, on the road he had just passed, trailing up the
side of a hill, was a wavering, stealthy line, creeping slowly nearer
every minute,--the gray columns under Dunning. The old man struck the
rowels into his horse,--the boys wo... | The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 60, October, 1862: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics | Various | ['en'] | 17 | {'American periodicals'} | PG10077 | |||
He was in advance of them, with one other man,--Dyke. Dyke took him, as
knowing the country best, and being a trustworthy guide. So this was
work! True work for a man. Marching hour after hour through the solitary
night, he had time to think. Dyke talked to him but little: said once,
"P'raps 't was as well the parsons... | The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 60, October, 1862: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics | Various | ['en'] | 17 | {'American periodicals'} | PG10077 | |||
"Halt!" said Dyke. "Let them come up to us."
Gaunt stopped in his shambling gait.
"Look!" hissed Dyke,--"a spy!"--as the figure of a man climbed from a
ditch where he had been concealed as he ran, and darted towards the
rebel camp. "We'll miss them yet!"--firing after him with an oath. The
pistol missed,--flashed in t... | The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 60, October, 1862: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics | Various | ['en'] | 17 | {'American periodicals'} | PG10077 | |||
When the fight was nearly over, the horse which Palmer rode broke from
the _mélée_ and rushed back to the road. His master did not guide him.
His face was set, pale; there was a thin foam on his lips. He had felt a
sabre-cut in his side in the first of the engagement, but had not heeded
it: now, he was growing blind, ... | The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 60, October, 1862: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics | Various | ['en'] | 17 | {'American periodicals'} | PG10077 | |||
"Tink dem Yankees is gettin' de Debbil in de Gap," Bone said,
consolingly. "Would yer like ter know how de fight is goin', Mars'?"
"What matters it?" mumbled the old man. "Them things is triflin', after
all,--now,--now."
"Is dar anyting yer'd like me ter git, Mars' Joe?" said Bone, through
his sobs.
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It was a cold winter's evening, that, after the funeral. The January
wind came up with a sharp, dreary sough into the defiles of the hills,
crusting over the snow-sweeps with a glaze of ice that glittered in the
pearly sunlight, clear up the rugged peaks. There, at the edge of them,
the snow fretted and arched and fel... | The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 60, October, 1862: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics | Various | ['en'] | 17 | {'American periodicals'} | PG10077 | |||
Out in the little kitchen, the day had warmed up wonderfully. Dode's
Aunt Perrine, a widow of thirty years' standing, had come over to "see
to things durin' this murnful affliction." As she had brought her
hair-trunk and bonnet-box, it was probable her stay would be indefinite.
Dode was conscious of her as she would b... | The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 60, October, 1862: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics | Various | ['en'] | 17 | {'American periodicals'} | PG10077 | |||
"Well, well," she muttered, getting breath. "We'll not talk of our
individooal sorrers when affliction is general, Jane Browst. S'pose we
hev Bone in, and hear the perticklers of the scrimmage at Blue's Gap.
It's little time I've hed for news since,"--with a groan to close the
subject finally.
Mis' Browst sighed an as... | The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 60, October, 1862: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics | Various | ['en'] | 17 | {'American periodicals'} | PG10077 | |||
"Dougl's dead!" said Aunt Perrine. "Well!--in the midst of life--Yer not
goin', Jane Browst? What's yer hurry, woman? You've but a step across
the road. Stay to-night. Dode an' me'll be glad of yer company. It's
better to come to the house of murnin' than the house of feastin', you
know."
"You may be thankful you've a... | The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 60, October, 1862: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics | Various | ['en'] | 17 | {'American periodicals'} | PG10077 | |||
She did not speak; her face, with its straight-lidded eyes, turned to
the mountain beyond which lay the Tear-coat gully. A fair face under its
blue hood, even though white with pain,--an honorable face: the best a
woman can know of pride and love in life spoke through it.
"Mist' Dode," whined Ben, submissively, "what ... | The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 60, October, 1862: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics | Various | ['en'] | 17 | {'American periodicals'} | PG10077 | |||
A strange peace came to the girl. She untied her hood and pushed it
back, that her whole head might feel the still air. How pure it was! God
was in it,--in all. The mountains, the sky, the armies yonder, her own
heart, and his under the snow, rested in Him, like motes in the
sunshine.
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Stooping, she went over the ground again, an unbroken waste of white:
until, close to the water's edge, she found the ginseng-weeds torn and
trampled down. She never afterwards smelt their unclean, pungent odor,
without a sudden pang of the smothered pain of this night coming back to
her. She knelt, and found foot-mar... | The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 60, October, 1862: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics | Various | ['en'] | 17 | {'American periodicals'} | PG10077 | |||
"Did you find him?" she asked, without looking up. "I ought to have done
it. I wish I had done that. I wish I had given him his life. It was my
right."
One would think she was talking in her sleep.
"Why was it your right?" he asked, quietly.
"Because I loved him."
Gaunt raised his hand to his head suddenly.
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Her eyes filled with tears at last, when he did not speak, and she
turned away. The blood rushed to Palmer's face: surely that was more
than pity! But he would not tempt her,--he would never vex her soul as
he had done before: if she had come to him, as a sister might, because
she thought he was dying, he would not ta... | The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 60, October, 1862: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics | Various | ['en'] | 17 | {'American periodicals'} | PG10077 | |||
"I understand you. I am to go back, then? It was a long road,--and cold,
Douglas."
He stopped abruptly, looked at her steadily.
"Do not taunt me, child! I am a blunt man: what words say, they mean, to
me. Do you love me, Theodora?"
She did not speak, drawn back from him in the opposite shadow of the
door-way. He leane... | The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 60, October, 1862: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics | Various | ['en'] | 17 | {'American periodicals'} | PG10077 | |||
"Let me do it," he muttered. "I'd like to make your whole life warm,
Dode,--your life, and--any one's you love."
Dode's face flushed with a happy smile. Even David never would think of
her as alone again. Poor David! She never before had thought how
guileless he was,--how pitiful and solitary his life.
"Come home with... | The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 60, October, 1862: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics | Various | ['en'] | 17 | {'American periodicals'} | PG10077 | |||
"Whatever you do, it will be honorable, David," said Palmer, gently.
"I think--God might take it as expiation,"--holding his hand to his
head.
He did not speak again for a little while, then he said,----
"I will never see these old Virginian hills again. I am going West; they
will let me nurse in one of the hospitals;... | The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 60, October, 1862: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics | Various | ['en'] | 17 | {'American periodicals'} | PG10077 | |||
A June day. These old Virginia hills have sucked in the winter's ice and
snow, and throbbed it out again for the blue heaven to see in a whole
summer's wealth of trees quivering with the luxury of being, in wreathed
mosses, and bedded fern: the very blood that fell on them speaks in
fair, grateful flowers to Him who ... | The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 60, October, 1862: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics | Various | ['en'] | 17 | {'American periodicals'} | PG10077 | |||
So Dode, with deeper-lit eyes, and fresher rose in her cheek, stands in
the door this summer evening waiting for her husband. She cannot see him
often; he has yet the work to do which he calls just and holy. But he is
coming now. It is very quiet; she can hear her own heart beat slow and
full; the warm air holds movel... | The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 60, October, 1862: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics | Various | ['en'] | 17 | {'American periodicals'} | PG10077 | |||
A busy life, not one moment idle; but the man grows strong in it,--a
healthy servant, doing a healthy work. The patients are glad when he
comes to their ward in turn. How the windows open, and the fresh air
comes in! how the lazy nurses find a masterful will over them! how full
of innermost life he is! how real his Go... | The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 60, October, 1862: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics | Various | ['en'] | 17 | {'American periodicals'} | PG10077 | |||
And Life about his being clasp
Her rosy girdle once again:--
But no! let go your stubborn grasp
On some wild hope, and take your pain!
For, through the crystal of your tears,
His love and beauty fairer shine;
The shadows of advancing years
Draw back, and leave him all divine.
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No age is without its attractions. There would be much to envy in the
Greek or the Roman life, if we could have them clear of drawbacks. Many
persons would be glad always to find Emerson in State Street, or
sauntering in the Mall, ready to talk with all comers,--or to hear the
latest words of Bancroft or Lowell from t... | The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 60, October, 1862: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics | Various | ['en'] | 17 | {'American periodicals'} | PG10077 | |||
It is not that we are poorer or more penurious than our ancestors, but
that we have more wants than they, and that the new wants overshadow the
old. What is spent in one direction must be spared in another. The
matter-of-course necessaries of our life were luxuries or were unknown
to them. First of all, the luxury of ... | The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 60, October, 1862: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics | Various | ['en'] | 17 | {'American periodicals'} | PG10077 | |||
Nor is there any ground for saying that the fault is in the
builders,--that the old builders met the demands of their time, and
would equally satisfy the demands of our time, without sacrifice of
their art. The first demand in the days of good architecture was, that
the building should have an independent artistic val... | The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 60, October, 1862: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics | Various | ['en'] | 17 | {'American periodicals'} | PG10077 | |||
But though we admire the result, we have grown out of sympathy with the
cause, the state of mind that produced it, and so the root wherefrom the
like should be produced is cut off. There is no reason to suppose that
the old builders were men of a different kind from ours, more earnest,
more poetical. The stories about... | The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 60, October, 1862: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics | Various | ['en'] | 17 | {'American periodicals'} | PG10077 | |||
This is displayed most fully in the doings of "Building Committees."
Here we see what each member (perhaps it would be more just to say the
least judicious among them) would do in his own case, were he free from
the rude admonitions of necessity. He has at least to live in his own
house, and so cannot escape some atte... | The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 60, October, 1862: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics | Various | ['en'] | 17 | {'American periodicals'} | PG10077 | |||
It may be asked whether, then, I surrender the whole matter of
appearance,--whether the building may as well be ugly as beautiful. By
no means; what I have said is in the interest of beauty, as far as it is
possible to us. Positive beauty it may be often necessary to forego, but
bad taste is never necessary. Ugliness ... | The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 60, October, 1862: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics | Various | ['en'] | 17 | {'American periodicals'} | PG10077 | |||
The commonest case for counsel, and more common here than anywhere else,
is where a man is to build for himself a house, especially in the
country,--for town-houses are more governed by extraneous
considerations. The first point is the _aspect_,--that the living-rooms
be well open to the sun. Let no fancied advantages... | The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 60, October, 1862: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics | Various | ['en'] | 17 | {'American periodicals'} | PG10077 | |||
The smallest house must provide some escape from the dining-room. If
dining-room and sitting-room are on the sunny side, and the entrance be
also on that side, they will be separated, as indeed they always may be,
without loss. The notion that the rooms must immediately connect is one
of those whims to which houses ar... | The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 60, October, 1862: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics | Various | ['en'] | 17 | {'American periodicals'} | PG10077 | |||
In every case, unless a man is rich enough to have two houses in one, it
comes to choice between domestic comfort and these occasional
facilities. Direct connection of rooms usually involves the sacrifice of
the chimney-corner, on one or both sides; for it is not pleasant to sit
in a passage-way, even if it be rarely ... | The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 60, October, 1862: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics | Various | ['en'] | 17 | {'American periodicals'} | PG10077 | |||
Mr. Garbett advises that the windows be many and small. This costs more;
and if it be understood to involve placing the windows on different
sides, the effect, I think, will be generally less agreeable than where
the room is lighted wholly from one side. A capital exception, however,
is the dining-room, which should a... | The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 60, October, 1862: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics | Various | ['en'] | 17 | {'American periodicals'} | PG10077 | |||
We hear much of the importance of proportions, but the main point
generally is that the house be not too high. This is the most universal
difficulty, particularly in small houses, the area being diminished, but
not the height of stories. In this respect the old farm-houses had a
great advantage, and this is a main ele... | The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 60, October, 1862: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics | Various | ['en'] | 17 | {'American periodicals'} | PG10077 | |||
The way out of this quagmire is first of all to avoid confusion of aim.
What is this that we are building? If it is a monument, let us seek only
to make it beautiful. But if it is a house, let us always keep in mind
that the appearance of it, being really secondary, must be seen to have
been held so throughout. Else w... | The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 60, October, 1862: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics | Various | ['en'] | 17 | {'American periodicals'} | PG10077 | |||
MR. AXTELL.
PART III.
The twilight was almost gone on the Saturday night when I went back to
the grave, solemn house. There was no one dead in it now. It was the
first time that I had approached it without the abyss of shadow under
its roof. A little elasticity came back to me. Kino came out to give his
welcome: we ha... | The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 60, October, 1862: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics | Various | ['en'] | 17 | {'American periodicals'} | PG10077 | |||
I looked down upon the gravelly earth lying above her, as I had looked
across at it when I left the parsonage at night fall, and passed by the
church-yard. All the while, my eyes were in the depths of the fire. I
went down through stone and soil to the coffin there. All was
unutterable blackness. I put out my hand to ... | The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 60, October, 1862: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics | Various | ['en'] | 17 | {'American periodicals'} | PG10077 | |||
"It takes Mr. Axtell a very long time to take his tea," I thought; "he
must know more of hunger's power than I.--I will look at the fire no
more," I said, slowly, to myself, and closed my eyelids, somewhat
willing to drop after all that they had endured that day.
A soft, silver, "swimming sound" floated through the ro... | The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 60, October, 1862: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics | Various | ['en'] | 17 | {'American periodicals'} | PG10077 | |||
I left the world, and went up to take my last watch with the
convalescing lady. Her brother was with her. He looked a little
surprised, when I went in; but the cloud of anger had gone away: folded
it up he had, I fancied, all ready to shake out again upon the slightest
provocation; and I did not care to see its folds ... | The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 60, October, 1862: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics | Various | ['en'] | 17 | {'American periodicals'} | PG10077 | |||
I grew colder than ever, standing hesitatingly in the closet, whence a
draught blew from the dressing-room beyond. I must have the shawl. I
reached forth my hand to take it down. The dress, I found, was hung over
it. It must needs come off, before the shawl. I lifted it, catching, as
I did so, my fingers in a rent,--w... | The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 60, October, 1862: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics | Various | ['en'] | 17 | {'American periodicals'} | PG10077 | |||
She must have seen it quite well, for it had been lying in the full
light of the blazing wood.
"Have you a dress like that?" she asked, when I had restored the
fragment.
"I have not," I replied. "I am sorry I awakened you."
"It was a dream that awakened me," she said. "Will you have the kindness
to give me that bit of... | The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 60, October, 1862: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics | Various | ['en'] | 17 | {'American periodicals'} | PG10077 | |||
"It seems not," I said; "but the tideless hearts, what of them?"
"Oh, they are the hardest of all. Think! Imagine one of those serene,
iridescent rings of land, moored close beside the cliff, at which the
waves never rest from beating. Could the one forever at peace, with
leave from wind and wave to grow its verdure a... | The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 60, October, 1862: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics | Various | ['en'] | 17 | {'American periodicals'} | PG10077 | |||
I knew not how to reply. The very bit of material which she had hidden
underneath a pillow was the cause; and so I answered,--
"Town-life is so different; one becomes so accustomed to a ring of
changes in the all-around of life, that, when in the country, one looks
for something to remind one of the life that has been... | The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 60, October, 1862: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics | Various | ['en'] | 17 | {'American periodicals'} | PG10077 | |||
Five hours came booming up from the village-clock. The wind must have
changed, or I could not have heard the strokes, so roundly full.
"How short the hour has been!" was my first thought. Kino began a
furious, untimely barking. "What for?" I wondered; and I lifted up my
head and listened. No sound; the room was very s... | The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 60, October, 1862: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics | Various | ['en'] | 17 | {'American periodicals'} | PG10077 | |||
"What is it?" I asked. "Is anything wrong, Mr. Axtell?"
"It seems not," he said. "Kino's barking aroused me,--it is so unusual.
How has she slept?"
"Very well. For the last hour she has not spoken."
Kino began again his low, dismal howling.
"Did not the dog disturb her when he barked?"
Mr. Axtell had walked to the lou... | The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 60, October, 1862: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics | Various | ['en'] | 17 | {'American periodicals'} | PG10077 | |||
"No; I found the front-door unfastened. I thought Katie might have
forgotten it, when I went to see. She has gone out, I know."
He looked for the wrappings she might have put on, searching, as he did
so, for the small lamp that always was placed beside the larger one upon
the table. It was gone. It had been there at f... | The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 60, October, 1862: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics | Various | ['en'] | 17 | {'American periodicals'} | PG10077 | |||
"It isn't your sister," I said.
"You, Miss Percival? Why are you out?" and he seemed anxious. He said,
"You are suffering too much from the 'strange people.'"
How could he mention my hasty words at such a time? and I remembered the
unforgiving face that I had touched a fathom deep under the hard ground.
"I'm glad I've... | The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 60, October, 1862: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics | Various | ['en'] | 17 | {'American periodicals'} | PG10077 |
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