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Morris, William, 1834-1896

"The Roots of the Mountains; Wherein Is Told Somewhat of the Lives of the Men of Burgdale"


She laughed out loud again, as she stopped herself within three feet
of him, and said:
'Yea, friend Yellow-hair, we heard of the elks and looked to see thee
hereabouts, and I knew thee at once when I came out from behind the
crag and saw thee stand bewildered.'
Said Gold-mane: 'Hail to thee, Bow-may! and glad am I to see thee.
But thou liest in saying that thou knewest me; else why didst thou
shoot those three shafts at me? Surely thou art not so quick as that
with all thy friends: these be sharp greetings of you Mountain-
folk.'
'Thou lad with the sweet mouth,' she said, 'I like to see thee and
hear thee talk, but now must I hasten thy departure; so stand we here
no longer. Let us get down into the wood where we can do off our
skids and sit down, and then will I tell thee the tidings. Come on!'
And she caught his hand in hers, and they went speedily down the
slopes toward the great oak-wood, the wind whistling past their ears.
'Whither are we going?' said he.
Said she: 'I am to show thee the way back home, which thou wilt not
know surely amidst this snow. Come, no words! thou shalt not have my
tale from me till we are in the wood: so the sooner we are there the
sooner shalt thou be pleased.


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