Capitolo 41
the murmur of the small brook that falls on the mill-dike, filled the
dark times with soft whispers. The low woods, with theirs shining
leaves of the to wash rub-oak, tried me, and I discovered delicate clearings in
their depths, where the grass was thin and turns pale, and strong ferns grew
on the roots of the trees. Sometimes the Mr. Longworths would accompany me
on my trips of the exploration, and, happy in our youth and the cheerfulness of
summer, and forgetful of the severe conventionality, we would spend from a lot,
mornings together, writing and especially reading in a pleasant stain to the
edge of the woods back of the farm. The Mr. Longworth was growing so strong
the position of that Wilson was almost entirely a sinecure and him spent more
of his/her time that idles about in the one village shop, relative extraordinary
histories in New York to a circle of idle to open mouth. Day by day, me
looked at the pallor of diminution and the increasing health of the Mr. Longworth
affronts, and strength of profit visibly saw him/it. He could bring all the carpets and
books and writing materials to our sylvan sanctum without the work, and
he was so proud boyishly of his/her health that he exhausted him
with long walks too much for which I always administered lectures that him
received subduedly. A warm morning we had spent in writing a hour.
I was grown tired, and throwing down my pen and my block, I went away Mr.
Longworth anchors to job, and it diverted out in the field in the sun.
There had been no rain for days, and the locusts filled the air with
their _zeeing_. The wide field was punctuated with gilded rolls of the
flower of arnica or yellow daisy, as the growers called him/it. I wandered
through the warm one, knee-tall grass, choosing handfuls of the wide yellow
alone, it threw away then childishly them, and it threw others, with great
heads of red and sweet clover and lances of timothy also. I was so happy. My
to be whole was filled with peace without cause and cheerfulness. From duration to
time I threw again a look to the shade of the trees of oak, to the tall slender