The Days of My Life: An AutobiographyOliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
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The Days of My Life: An Autobiography
Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret), 1828-1897
Alice did not receive this obliging offer with a very good grace; I for
my part looked on with quiet amusement; I was astonished to find how
much the novelty of all this lightened my mind, and relieved me from
myself. I could not have believed when I left home twenty-four hours ago
that anything would have brought a smile to my lips so soon; yet so it
was; and when the widow went away, I took my place in a corner of the
hard sofa, and looked out upon the river, with a dreamy ease and leisure
at my heart which astonished me still more. Ship after ship, great and
small--I could not tell one from another, nor had the slightest
conception of any distinctions of class or name between them--went
gliding downward, majestic with their full white sails and lofty masts,
upon the current, which was flowing strongly to the sea. Little steamers
fumed and fretted upon the peaceful river, going up and down and
across. Great ones came in, making a solemn rustle in the water with
their unseen footsteps. Little shadowy skiffs shot along like sea-birds
on the top of the stream, and more substantial wherries, laden with
parties of pleasure, now and then went by, keeping cautiously to the
side of the river. The tide had ebbed a little from the stony beach of
our small bay. A boat which had been floating an hour since, was now
stranded on the shore. This was altogether new to me. I knew nothing,
except words, of those mysterious ocean tides, nor of where they
penetrated and where they strayed. I watched the water gleaming further
back at every ripple with a strange delight, watching and wondering how
far back it would go, almost counting the soft peaceful waves. I looked
anxiously out upon the course of the river, where those far away white
specks were dancing on the roughened edge of the sea. I speculated on
the voyages which these stately wayfarers were bound upon. I thought
with a shudder of the storm at sea which I had myself seen, and I was
only roused from my pleasant occupation by the voice of Alice, as she
stood beside me looking out also, but with different thoughts. "I
warrant there's many a pretty boy and many a child's father in such
great ships," said Alice, with a sigh; "they're beautiful to look at,
Miss Hester, but I had a deal rather see them coming home. Many a house
will be dreary to-day for want of them that's sailing there."
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