Beadle's Dime Novels No. 35: East and West — page 42: what you’re looking at

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42 THE BEAUTY OF WILLARD’S MILL. I wonder if the whippowil Sings in those Eastern trees, With such a plaintive tenderness - As oft she does in these ; Or if the whistle of the deer In those fair groves they ever hear. Or if, when wild, autumnal winds Have swept the forests bare, They’ve seen the prairie fire-king ride His steeds of terror there; While the dusk red-men went and came With winter store of fatted game. The door-stone of my father’s cot Holds all my world in view— ‘ The prairies grand, the woods, the hills, Crowned with a dome of blue! And I so small, I scarce can see, For grass that waves ’twixt them and me. Ah, well! my little world is fair, Its stars and flowers, its clouds and moss ; The very ppuahpoems at my feet Are lined with pink, and soft as floss— I hardly think such marvels grew In that far home my childhood knew! Prainie Fawn. Minnie was so engrossed with perspective, and light and dark shades, background and foreground, that she did not observe the paper pushed cautiously across the table to Fletcher Harris, and only made the discovery when it was being pushed back again. Perhaps she would not then have guessed what it was, but for the look of intelligence that passed between her two friends. “Cousin Constance! how could you do so!” said Minnie, with such a look and tone of absolute dismay, that her mother broke off in the story she was telling Mr. Willard, to inquire into the cause. “The fact is, Minnie,” replied Constance, “I couldn't help doing so. Mother Eve being strong enough in me to lead me to eat the apple, I could not refrain fronr offering Adam a share.” Minnie, who was too gentle to express any further dis- pleasure, sat looking downcast and troubled. “Though I don’t like to take sides against you, Miss Min- nie,” said Fletcher Harris, “I am very glad Constance pro- cured me the favor of reading your verses. The picture they 8 comlicbooks.com