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The Chase Of Saint-Castin And Other Stories Of The French In The New World (Fiscle Part-9)
By: Mary Hartwell Catherwood
User: silviya
The Waiting April Woods, Sensitive In Every Leafless Twig To Spring,
Stood In Silence And Dim Nightfall Around A Lodge. Wherever A Human
Dwelling Is Set In The Wilderness, It Becomes, By The Very Humility Of
Its Proportions, A Prominent And Aggressive Point. But This Lodge
Of Bark And Poles Was The Color Of The Woods, And Nearly Escaped
Intruding As Man's Work. A Glow Lighted The Top, Revealing The Faint
Azure Of Smoke Which Rose Straight Upward In The Cool, Clear Air.
Stood In Silence And Dim Nightfall Around A Lodge. Wherever A Human
Dwelling Is Set In The Wilderness, It Becomes, By The Very Humility Of
Its Proportions, A Prominent And Aggressive Point. But This Lodge
Of Bark And Poles Was The Color Of The Woods, And Nearly Escaped
Intruding As Man's Work. A Glow Lighted The Top, Revealing The Faint
Azure Of Smoke Which Rose Straight Upward In The Cool, Clear Air.
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