قراءة كتاب Days in the Open
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DAYS IN THE OPEN
By Lathan A. Crandall
Illustrated by Louis Rhead
Fleming H. Revell Company
1914
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Do you know the blackened timber—do you know that racing stream
With the raw, right-angled logjam at the end;
And the bar of sun-wanned shingle where a man may bask and dream
To the click of shod canoe-poles round the bend?
It is there that we are going with our rods and reels and traces,
To a silent smoky Indian that we know—
To a couch of new-prilled hemlock, with the starlight on our faces,
For the Red Gods call us out and we must go!
—Rudyard Kipling,
The Feet of the Young Men.
The sun was setting and vespers done, the monks came trooping ont, one by one,
And down they went through the garden trim in cassock and cowl to the river's brim,
Every brother his rod he took, every rod had a line and hook,
Every hook had a bait so fine, and thus they sang in the even shine,
"Oh! to-morrow will be Friday, so we fish the stream to-day!
Oh! to-morrow will be Friday, so we fish the stream to-day!"
—Benedict, To-morrow Will Be Friday.
THE BOY AND THE BROOK
I wind about, and in and out,
With here a blossom sailing,
And here and there a lusty trout,
And here and there a grayling.
I draw them all along and flow
To join the brimming river
For men may come, and men may go,
But I go on for ever.
—Alfred Lord Tennyson,
The Brook.
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CONTENTS
III. THE TOWN-MEETING AT BLUE ROCK POOL
