What Norman Saw in the WestOlin, Julia M. (Julia Matilda)
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What Norman Saw in the West
Olin, Julia M. (Julia Matilda)
Christian life -- Juvenile fiction; United States -- Description and travel -- Juvenile fiction
The last day of their stay in Dixon at length arrived, and with it came
Aunt Clara, whom Norman had never seen before, but whom he very soon
learned to love. She showed him his picture when a baby, which his
mother had sent her, and she found it difficult to trace any resemblance
to the tall boy before her.
Norman stayed with her and his uncle in the evening, while his mother
went out with a gentleman and lady to take a drive on the prairies. The
day had been very warm, but there was a cool breeze on those boundless
meadows that undulated peacefully, in their rounded swells, to the far
horizon. The corn was laughing in rich abundance, the wheat standing
thick on the fields, after the sun had set, leaving its luminous track
of light in wavy radiance; one huge cloud towered up in solitary
grandeur, its bold outline gilded by those parting rays.
CHAPTER XIII.
THE PICNIC.
A joyful hour! anticipated keen,
With zest of youthful appetite ...
To spread that table in the wilderness;
The spot selected with deliberate care,
Fastidious from variety of choice,
Where all was beautiful ...
With joyous exultation, guests were led
To our green banquet-room.
CAROLINE BOWLES.
Norman was very sorry to part with his dear young friends, Alfred and
Herbert; but he was very glad that his Aunt and Uncle Lester, and his
Aunt Clara, were going with them, so that he had not to say good-by to
them. As he had traveled over this road when he came west, he had seen
these broad prairies before, but they were now enameled with brighter
hues. Great patches of purple phlox, a profusion of yellow flowers, and
bright red lilies, made all the broad expanse a vast flower-garden. His
Aunt Clara said that many of the prairie flowers were disappearing in
the progress of cultivation. The cattle that now covered the plains
destroyed them, and the plow rooted them up.
“Yes,” said his uncle to Norman, “your Aunt Clara sometimes fancies her
mission is to cultivate a blooming inclosure, in which she will preserve
all the prairie flowers from the extinction to which they are rapidly
tending.”
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