Eiza S. Oldham:
By The Trent - new book
ISBN: 9781235684999
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustra… More...
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1864. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER IL STEPHEN MORRIS. A Few days afterwards, in the afternoon, a young man was making bis way across the meadows that lie between the large manufacturing town of Trentham, and the river from which it derives its name. In the days of which we write, no factories or rows of streets were built on these low-lying meadows, but when an ancient wooden bridge was crossed, stretching over the dusky waters of the canal, whose steep ascent was reached on either side by steps much worn and slippery, there remained only the green expanse of the meadows, with a few well-beaten paths across them, leading to the ferry and the village of Bt. Wilfrid''s on the other side of the river. Our traveller was upon the broadest of these paths, a well-beaten level way, but he did not make rapid progress. Now and then, while proceeding slowly and thoughtfully, he raised his eyes from the ground to watch the ascent of the lark, and to listen to his far-off chant as he hung quivering beneath a cloud--or to gaze at the glossy backs of a family of rooks settled upon a near willow, talking solemn talk of the weather and the crops--or to address the little children that passed him with hands, and pinafores, and baskets full of pale blue crocuses, joyously burdened or bewilderingly overladen with their spring treasures, not knowing which to keep or which to throw away, and ever gathering more, till hands, and pinafores, and baskets ran over, and the ground received the superabundance. He spoke in pleasant accents to some of these, and the wondering children replied to the kind gentleman in black with bows and curtsies and shy smiles. One little girl presented him with a full-blown bouquet of the enchanting blue flowers, that had been kept in her warm hand till he felt the heat strike t... Eiza S. Oldham, Books, History, By The Trent Books>History, General Books LLC<
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Eiza S. Oldham:
By The Trent - new book
ISBN: 9781235684999
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustra… More...
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1864. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER IL STEPHEN MORRIS. A Few days afterwards, in the afternoon, a young man was making bis way across the meadows that lie between the large manufacturing town of Trentham, and the river from which it derives its name. In the days of which we write, no factories or rows of streets were built on these low-lying meadows, but when an ancient wooden bridge was crossed, stretching over the dusky waters of the canal, whose steep ascent was reached on either side by steps much worn and slippery, there remained only the green expanse of the meadows, with a few well-beaten paths across them, leading to the ferry and the village of Bt. Wilfrid''s on the other side of the river. Our traveller was upon the broadest of these paths, a well-beaten level way, but he did not make rapid progress. Now and then, while proceeding slowly and thoughtfully, he raised his eyes from the ground to watch the ascent of the lark, and to listen to his far-off chant as he hung quivering beneath a cloud--or to gaze at the glossy backs of a family of rooks settled upon a near willow, talking solemn talk of the weather and the crops--or to address the little children that passed him with hands, and pinafores, and baskets full of pale blue crocuses, joyously burdened or bewilderingly overladen with their spring treasures, not knowing which to keep or which to throw away, and ever gathering more, till hands, and pinafores, and baskets ran over, and the ground received the superabundance. He spoke in pleasant accents to some of these, and the wondering children replied to the kind gentleman in black with bows and curtsies and shy smiles. One little girl presented him with a full-blown bouquet of the enchanting blue flowers, that had been kept in her warm hand till he felt the heat strike t... Eiza S. Oldham, Books, History, By The Trent Books>History <
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