Church history -- Primitive and early church, ca. 30-600 -- Juvenile fiction; Families -- Juvenile fiction
I am afraid Fenton was neither; but he shouldered his basket; and being
an athletic fellow, managed to reach the top of the hill without more
muscular distress than the others showed. Of the state of his mind I
say nothing further; but the truth is, the way was rather long. Nobody
knew the shortest cut to the place they desired to reach; so they wound
about among thickets of low cedar, sprinkled here and there with taller
pines, going up and down and round about for some time. At last they
found their way to the top of the ridge, and wandering along in search
of a suitable place for their rest and pleasure, came out upon an open
bit of turf and moss on the highest ground, over which a group of white
pines stretched their sheltering branches. The view was clear over a
very long stretch of the river with its eastern shore; indeed they could
look up quite to the turn of the river at Gee's point; Gee's Point
itself hid Mosswood from them.
With acclamations the party deposited their baskets and threw themselves
down on the bank. The gentle warmth of the sun was not shorn of its
effect by the least stir of wind; the moss and grass were perfectly dry;
and the lookout over river and shores was lovely. Sugarloaf showed now
true to its name, an elegant little cone. The sails of the two or three
vessels the party had passed in coming down the river were so still that
they served to emphasise the general stillness; they hung lazily waiting
for a breeze and could not carry their hulls fast or far.
For a while the pleasure party could do nothing but rest and look. But
after a while Meredith roused himself to further action. He began
wandering about; what he was searching for did not appear, until he came
back with an armful of green, soft, pine branches.
"Now if you will just get up for a few minutes," said he, "I will give
you a couch to rest upon." And he went on to lay the branches thick
together, so as to form a very yielding comfortable layer of cushions,
on which the party stretched themselves with new pleasure and strong
appreciation. Meredith had to bring a good many armfuls of pine branches
to accommodate them all; at last he had done, and flung himself down
like the rest.
"When do you want your fire made?" said he.
"Somebody else is hungry, I am afraid," said Flora.
"I cannot deny it. But I can wait as long as you can!"
"I am _very_ hungry," said Flora.
"I believe I shall be," said Mr. Murray, "by the time our luncheon can
be ready. Here's for a fire!"
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