The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1907-11-10
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eyes?"
%That's the bird" said Ferris;
why"
Wen. 1 thought ! saw one today.
OF course that's impossible
''Of course said Ferris, yawning
again! Pm going TO turn in: good
right, old chap"
Goodnight said l. tapping ner-
vously on the veranda with my pipe.
Hewlett came out a few moments
later with my wading shoes which he
had been oiling.
We'll" said I, ARE the hob-nails
all right?"
Sewing 'ob-nails is h'out sir" re-
piled Hewlett, holding up the shoes for
my inspection.
Put them in as soon as they're dry.
Did you oil the bamboo? Good Is
my lamp lighted Put il out, and you
stroll"
Thank YOU sir" said Howlett-"and
Solomon. sir?"
Now Il was one of my delights to see
Hewlett house Solomon. The willy Ibis
loved to snoop about in the moonlight
and he was always ready for Hewlett
when that dignifed servant came to
roound him no.
looked al Solomon. who stood
eioomily brooding among the water
lilies
He ought TO be in bed" said I
Hewlett descended the veranda steps
with arms extended, but Solomon sided
out into the pond. Hewlett pleaded
earnestly, but Solomon was Obdurate.
Then take a boat" l said
''Nothink I say do move i'm, SIR
said Hewlett, stiffly; he is vicious to-
night. SIR
Hewlett i'm a boat chasing sulky
Ibis was one Of those rare soectacles
few are permitted TO witness. Once
a week Solomon turned vicious
and then al Ferris's and my sugges-
ton, Hewlett took to the boat. A
terrestrial Hewlett was solemnly ludi-
crous but an aquatic Hewlett was I'M
possible. OF course Ferris and / never
laughed-that is. aloud, but we usually
felt rather weak after it was over
In the course of half an hour Solo
mon. mad. wet and rumpled, was cor
nered by Hewlett and claSDed 10 his
stiff shirt front, muddy, bedraggled,
and kicking.
Are YOU not mortified, you bad
bird?" said l. as Hewlett passed to-
ward the kitchen where Kitty the cook
was airing his straw-thatched house.
"A vicious bird. sir, goodnight, sir, -
murmured Hewlett.
NIOOu-nlBnl. HOWELL OItdhAdSt OF
seven tomorrow" said /. and sauntered
out into the moonlit valley
| had been walking almost half an
hour when it occurred TO me that /
should be in bed
What the deuce am | sprinting
about the valley at this hour for?" l
thought. looking around.
over the shadowy meadows the night
mist hung. silvered by the moonlight
i ~ \ Inc
through the sedge. Slender birches
glimm ved among the alders. and all
the little poplar leaves were quivering,
but ] felt no breath Of air.
Where the dark forest fringed the
meadow ! saw the moonbeams spark
ling on lonely pools, but the depths of
the woodland were black and impene-
trable. and the forest itself was vague
as the mist that shrouded il.
For long time l stood, looking at
the stars and the mist, and little by
little | came to understand why l was
there alone.
knew l should go on. I wished to.
but fingered in the moonlight staring
at earth and sky until something
moved in the thicket beside me. and
I followed il. knowing it was the Spirit
bird.
When ] entered the forest | could
trOdden path beneath my feet, and I
heard before me the whisper of soft
wings, and presently | heard the river.
rushing through rocks of the western
forest and when / came to the Woode1
bank the moonlight fell all around me.
There was a narrow strip in the for
est. overgroWh with silver birch and
poplar and lighted by the moon, but I
searched il in vain. uD and down, up
and down. always with the whisper of
soft wings in my ears.
At last | called, Diane and before
I called again, her hands lay close in
mine
Il came. said the little maid. be
cause you were coming"
Who told you l was coming?"
Told me? No one told me. Rose
is asleep. Why did you Gomez
Why did you, Diane?"
4? Because you came How did
you find my bower"
Your bower. Diane
1T is yours, know; l call it mine;
] cali it the Silent Land"
1T is very silent" I said.
1T is always silent-no birds. not
even the noise of the water. Do YOU
think it is sad? There are times when
sounds-the song of living creatures
ana the cOuUlfcSs tilOh CilltllS Oh
that live, trouble me Then | come
here. There are flowers"
THE air is very sweet, too sweet.
What is the perfume? The trees are
heavy with fragrance. Ah!-are you
tired, Diane?"
Mott is the odor of blossoms: 1
sleep here sometimes"
Your hair is loose-how long it isl
Is it the perfume from your harris it
your breath"
The blossoms are very sweet; the
moon has gone"
There is star-how soft your
breath is.
Il do not see the star; where.
LOUISE"
1T is there-clouds are yelling it
there is a mist over all"
1T is my narrower your eyes"
Hewlett" said | one warm after
noon, Solomon is uncomfortable: ne fol-
lows me everywhere. and | wish you
TO see that he minds his own business
"A hobstinate bird. sir" said How
lett, ''and vicious when crossed
which / scorn is h'angeT-beg pardon
sir-for 'e's took TO biting wen lis Wit
ties oisagrees."
Has he bitten YOU"
Twice, sir-which apply my h'eyes
is huninjured. though h'aimed at by is
beak"