Category: Novels
Let him sing to me Who is the sky-voice, the thunder-lover, Who hears above the winds’ fast flying shrouds The drifted darkness, the heavenly strife, The singing on the sunny sides of all the clouds Of his own life.”
Uncle William watched it all in good-humored detachment. He made friends with half the shed, wandering in and out through the crowd, his great bulk towering above it. Here and t...
6. Chapter 6Uncle William looked guilty. “I knew you was goin’ to ask me about that one,” he said, “and I’d meant to listen hard--real hard--to it. I hain’t ever been quite so far down as t...
8. Chapter 8Uncle William shook his head with a slow smile. “I don’t believe I do. I ust to. Lord, yes! I ust to think about folks that was hungry till my stummick clean caved in. I ust to...
1. Chapter 1Let him sing to me Who is the sky-voice, the thunder-lover, Who hears above the winds’ fast flying shrouds The drifted darkness, the heavenly strife, The singing on the sunny si...
7. Chapter 7The Frenchman stared again. “Comfortable? Oh, without doubt.” He granted the point in passing. “But the color in the rocks--do you see?--and the clear light and the sky--you see...
2. Chapter 2“But you’ll die poor,” said the artist, with a glance about the little room. He was thinking what a dear old duffer the man was--with his curious, impracticable philosophy of li...
5. Chapter 5“Well, up our way we don’t do like that. We take everything that comes in--pies and pickles and bedquilts and pumpkins and everything; putty triflin’ stuff, some of it, but they...
3. Chapter 3He set and watched Andy’s figure down the road. Then he took up the trowel once more, whistling. The floating cloud had sailed to the horizon. It grew rosy red and opened softly...
9. Chapter 9Uncle William studied the thin face and looked over the thin legs. “No, I hain’t ever seen ye,” he said. “And yet the’ ’s suthin’ about ye,”--the man uncrossed his legs,--“suthi...