The Jonathan Papers

But as the years went on, the phrase gathered to itself meanings vague and subtle. I found myself welcoming it and regarding with a warmer interest the flower so described. From...

Those hours of dawn fishing were the hardest work I did during the week. A lazy week, in truth, and an irresponsible one. Every one who can should snatch such a week and see wha...

Men have sung the praises of fishing and hunting, they have extolled the joys of boating and riding, they have dwelt at length upon the pleasures of automobiling. But there is o...

"I only thought--if there was a drought this summer--you know they don't mind drought; Millie Sutphen told me that. And she had a way of cutting them with long stems, so they tr...

"Doesn't that look good?" I said to Jonathan. "And won't it be good when we are all dry and in front of the fire and you have your pipe and I'm making toast?"

We started on again, out across the marsh. Enough light had come to show us the gray-green level, full of mists and little glimmers of water, and dotted with low haycocks, their...

I hung up the receiver and sat a moment, dazed, looking out at the reek of weather. Then I shook myself and darted upstairs to the hunting-closet. In half an hour the bag was pa...

Very old and very, very unprogressive is the farm itself. There is nothing on it but old apple trees, old lilac bushes, old rocks, and old associations--and, to be sure, the old...

If there is no wind, or if it is in the right quarter, we can hear the church bells, faintly now, and now very clear; there is the First Church bell, and the Baptist; there is S...

FOREWORD--ON TAKING ONE'S DESSERT FIRST ix I. A PLACID RUNAWAY 3 II. AN UNPROGRESSIVE FARM 14 III. A DESULTORY PILGRIMAGE 25 IV. THE YELLOW VALLEY 38 V. LARKSPURS AND HOLLYHOCKS...

But I was not to be enticed into an empty discussion of terms. "Well, then, say frowsy. Call it a frowsy fire. You know what frowsy means, I suppose. Of course, though, I don't...