The Youth Fellowship group of the church will meet Sunday at p. m. The . Few people appreciate what a strong ally the toad is in a yard, garden or greenhouse. the unhappy captor will have a burning tongue and mouth for a day or so. . Small earthworms grubs and meal worms will be eaten if placed on the moss. Nevertheless, Watson plants a seed that grows within Taystee between that PR meeting in the bathroom and the moment when they're. They beat us a yard or two at rowing; but hang it all, don't let them beat us .. And he went hastily to meet Edward Dodd: and by that means and rested one half moment on her captor's shoulder, like a settling “There is no help for it,” said Mr. Hardie bitterly; “we must go and grub in the dust-hole now.
Well, they were glad that he was going West at once, to fulfill his doom where they would not be onlookers. Anyhow, they consoled themselves, they had got Belle off their hands. More than that, Belle seemed to have got herself off her hands. Her reputed prettiness must have been entirely the result of determination, of a fierce little ambition. Once she had married, fastened herself on some one, come to port, — it vanished like the ornamental plumage which drops away from some birds after the mating season.
The one aggressive action of her life was over. She began to shrink in face and stature. Of her harum-scarum spirit there was nothing left but the little screech.
Within a few years she looked as small and mean as she was. Thea approached the house unwillingly. She had come only because she did not want to hurt Dr. She not only disliked Mrs.
Archie, she was a little afraid of her. Archie came running around the house from the back door, her apron over her head. She came to help with the buggy, because she was afraid the wheels might scratch the paint off the gateposts. She was a skinny little woman with a great pile of frizzy light hair on a small head. Archie led the way to the back door, squinting and shading her eyes with her hand.
She went into her kitchen and Thea sat down on the porch step. Archie reappeared she carried in her hand a little wooden butter-basket trimmed with fringed tissue paper, which she must have brought home from some church supper. Archie went back into the house and Thea leaned over in the sand and picked a few strawberries. She was angry, and she was ashamed for Dr. She could not help thinking how uncomfortable he would be if he ever found out about it. Little things like that were the ones that cut him most.
She slunk home by the back way, and again almost cried when she told her mother about it. She laughed as she dropped a new lot into the hot grease.
Think what it would be to live with it all the time. You look in the black pocketbook inside my handbag and take a dime and go downtown and get an ice-cream soda. Thor can have a little of the ice-cream if you feed it to him with a spoon.
Thor was only six months old and inarticulate, but it was quite true that he liked ice-cream. A few people were trying to make soft maples grow in their turfed lawns, but the fashion of planting incongruous trees from the North Atlantic States had not become general then, and the frail, brightly painted desert town was shaded by the light-reflecting, wind-loving trees of the desert, whose roots are always seeking water and whose leaves are always talking about it, making the sound of rain.
The long porous roots of the cottonwood are irrepressible. They break into the wells as rats do into granaries, and thieve the water. The long street which connected Moonstone with the depot settlement traversed in its course a considerable stretch of rough open country, staked out in lots but not built up at all, a weedy hiatus between the town and the railroad.
When you set out along this street to go to the station, you noticed that the houses became smaller and farther apart, until they ceased altogether, and the board sidewalk continued its uneven course through sunflower patches, until you reached the solitary, new brick Catholic Church.
An eighth of a mile beyond the church was a washout, a deep sand-gully, where the board sidewalk became a bridge for perhaps fifty feet. Uncle Billy had been one of the most worthless old drunkards who ever sat on a store box and told filthy stories.
One night he played hide-and-seek with a switch engine and got his sodden brains knocked out. But his grove, the one creditable thing he had ever done in his life, rustled on. Beyond this grove the houses of the depot settlement began, and the naked board walk, that had run in out of the sunflowers, again became a link between human dwellings. One afternoon, late in the summer, Dr.
Howard Archie was fighting his way back to town along this walk through a blinding sandstorm, a silk handkerchief tied over his mouth. He had been to see a sick woman down in the depot settlement, and he was walking because his ponies had been out for a hard drive that morning. As he passed the Catholic Church he came upon Thea and Thor.
Thor was on her lap and she held him with one arm. He had grown to be a big cub of a baby, with a constitutional grievance, and he had to be continually amused. Thea took him philosophically, and tugged and pulled him about, getting as much fun as she could under her encumbrance. Her hair was blowing about her face, and her eyes were squinting so intently at the uneven board sidewalk in front of her that she did not see the doctor until he spoke to her.
Thea released the tongue, wiped her hot, sandy face, and pushed back her hair. He likes this better than a baby buggy, and so do I. We take long trips; wherever there is a sidewalk. Are you going to be busy to-night?
Want to make a call with me? When did he come? Paid his fare, they tell me. Too sick to beat it. Archie stepped in front of her and blocked the way. What do you let him boss you like that for? He grunted approvingly as his sister began to kick rapidly behind her, and the wagon rattled off and soon disappeared in the flying currents of sand.
Archie was seated in his office, his desk chair tilted back, reading by the light of a hot coal-oil lamp. All the windows were open, but the night was breathless after the sandstorm, and his hair was moist where it hung over his forehead. He was deeply engrossed in his book and sometimes smiled thoughtfully as he read. When Thea Kronborg entered quietly and slipped into a seat, he nodded, finished his paragraph, inserted a bookmark, and rose to put the book back into the case.
It was one out of the long row of uniform volumes on the top shelf. A Frenchman undertook to write about a whole cityful of people, all the kinds he knew. And he got them nearly all in, I guess. People are pretty much the same everywhere. But I think that man makes you practice too much. You have it on your mind all the time. Archie return the book to its niche. He took up a black leather case, put on his hat, and they went down the dark stairs into the street.
The summer moon hung full in the sky. For the time being, it was the great fact in the world. Beyond the edge of the town the plain was so white that every clump of sage stood out distinct from the sand, and the dunes looked like a shining lake. The doctor took off his straw hat and carried it in his hand as they walked toward Mexican Town, across the sand. North of Pueblo, Mexican settlements were rare in Colorado then. This one had come about accidentally. Spanish Johnny was the first Mexican who came to Moonstone.
During the strike, the master mechanic put a gang of Mexicans to work in the roundhouse. The Mexicans had arrived so quietly, with their blankets and musical instruments, that before Moonstone was awake to the fact, there was a Mexican quarter; a dozen families or more.
Tellamantez, was sitting on the doorstep, combing her long, blue-black hair. Mexican women are like the Spartans; when they are in trouble, in love, under stress of any kind, they comb and comb their hair.
She rose without embarrassment or apology, comb in hand, and greeted the doctor. I will make a light. Then she went back and sat down on her doorstep. Archie and Thea went into the bedroom, which was dark and quiet. There was a bed in the corner, and a man was lying on the clean sheets. On the table beside him was a glass pitcher, half-full of water. Spanish Johnny looked younger than his wife, and when he was in health he was very handsome: That night he was a coppery green, and his eyes were like black holes.
He opened them when the doctor held the candle before his face. Archie stuck a thermometer into his mouth. The somber Mexican woman did not seem inclined to talk, but her nod was friendly. Thea sat down on the warm sand, her back to the moon, facing Mrs. Tellamantez on her doorstep, and began to count the moon flowers on the vine that ran over the house.
Tellamantez was always considered a very homely woman.
Her face was of a strongly marked type not sympathetic to Americans. Such long, oval faces, with a full chin, a large, mobile mouth, a high nose, are not uncommon in Spain. Tellamantez could not write her name, and could read but little.
Her strong nature lived upon itself. She was chiefly known in Moonstone for her forbearance with her incorrigible husband.
Nobody knew exactly what was the matter with Johnny, and everybody liked him. His popularity would have been unusual for a white man, for a Mexican it was unprecedented. His talents were his undoing. He had a high, uncertain tenor voice, and he played the mandolin with exceptional skill. Periodically he went crazy. There was no other way to explain his behavior. He was a clever workman, and, when he worked, as regular and faithful as a burro.
Then some night he would fall in with a crowd at the saloon and begin to sing. He would go on until he had no voice left, until he wheezed and rasped. Then he would play his mandolin furiously, and drink until his eyes sank back into his head.
At last, when he was put out of the saloon at closing time, and could get nobody to listen to him, he would run away — along the railroad track, straight across the desert.
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He always managed to get aboard a freight somewhere. Once beyond Denver, he played his way southward from saloon to saloon until he got across the border. He never wrote to his wife; but she would soon begin to get newspapers from La Junta, Albuquerque, Chihuahua, with marked paragraphs announcing that Juan Tellamantez and his wonderful mandolin could be heard at the Jack Rabbit Grill, or the Pearl of Cadiz Saloon.
Tellamantez waited and wept and combed her hair. When he was completely wrung out and burned up, — all but destroyed, — her Juan always came back to her to be taken care of, — once with an ugly knife wound in the neck, once with a finger missing from his right hand, — but he played just as well with three fingers as he had with four. Public sentiment was lenient toward Johnny, but everybody was disgusted with Mrs. Tellamantez for putting up with him.
She ought to discipline him, people said; she ought to leave him; she had no self-respect. Tellamantez got all the blame. Even Thea thought she was much too humble. To-night, as she sat with her back to the moon, looking at the moon flowers and Mrs. She even wondered whether it did not help to make Johnny crazy.
People had no right to be so passive and resigned. She would like to roll over and over in the sand and screech at Mrs. She was glad when the doctor came out. The Mexican woman rose and stood respectful and expectant. The doctor held his hat in his hand and looked kindly at her. He glanced about the little garden and wrinkled his brows. Tellamantez put her hand to her forehead. People listen to him, and it excites him.
You do not understand in this country, you are progressive. But he has no judgment, and he is fooled. You hear something in there? You hear the sea; and yet the sea is very far from here. You have judgment, and you know that. But he is fooled. To him, it is the sea itself. A little thing is big to him. Thea took it up softly and pressed it to her own ear. The sound in it startled her; it was like something calling one. So that was why Johnny ran away. There was something awe-inspiring about Mrs.
Tellamantez and her shell. She went home, and the doctor went back to his lamp and his book. He never left his office until after midnight. If he did not play whist or pool in the evening, he read. It had become a habit with him to lose himself.
There was a worthy man in Moonstone who was already planning to marry Thea as soon as she should be old enough. His name was Ray Kennedy, his age was thirty, and he was conductor on a freight train, his run being from Moonstone to Denver.
Ray was a big fellow, with a square, open American face, a rock chin, and features that one would never happen to remember. He was an aggressive idealist, a freethinker, and, like most railroad men, deeply sentimental. Thea liked him for reasons that had to do with the adventurous life he had led in Mexico and the Southwest, rather than for anything very personal.
She liked him, too, because he was the only one of her friends who ever took her to the sand hills. The sand hills were a constant tantalization; she loved them better than anything near Moonstone, and yet she could so seldom get to them.
But the real hills — the Turquoise Hills, the Mexicans called them — were ten good miles away, and one reached them by a heavy, sandy road. Archie sometimes took Thea on his long drives, but as nobody lived in the sand hills, he never had calls to make in that direction.
Ray Kennedy was her only hope of getting there. This summer Thea had not been to the hills once, though Ray had planned several Sunday expeditions. Tellamantez and his mandolin. Ray was artlessly fond of music, especially of Mexican music. Tellamantez had got up the lunch between them, and they were to make coffee in the desert. They objected to this, of course, but there were some things about which Thea would have her own way.
Kronborg sometimes said of her, quoting an old Swedish saying. Thea gave them a businesslike nod. Wunsch came to the gate and looked after them.
Unconsciously he made Thea pay for frivolousness of this sort. Every rabbit that shot across the path, every sage hen that flew up by the trail, was like a runaway thought, a message that one sent into the desert. As they went farther, the illusion of the mirage became more instead of less convincing; a shallow silver lake that spread for many miles, a little misty in the sunlight.
Here and there one saw reflected the image of a heifer, turned loose to live upon the sparse sand-grass. They were magnified to a preposterous height and looked like mammoths, prehistoric beasts standing solitary in the waters that for many thousands of years actually washed over that desert; — the mirage itself may be the ghost of that long-vanished sea.
Beyond the phantom lake lay the line of many-colored hills; rich, sun-baked yellow, glowing turquoise, lavender, purple; all the open, pastel colors of the desert. After the first five miles the road grew heavier. The horses had to slow down to a walk and the wheels sank deep into the sand, which now lay in long ridges, like waves, where the last high wind had drifted it. The Cup was a great amphitheater, cut out in the hills, its floor smooth and packed hard, dotted with sagebrush and greasewood.
On either side of the Cup the yellow hills ran north and south, with winding ravines between them, full of soft sand which drained down from the crumbling banks.
On the surface of this fluid sand, one could find bits of brilliant stone, crystals and agates and onyx, and petrified wood as red as blood. Dried toads and lizards were to be found there, too. Birds, decomposing more rapidly, left only feathered skeletons. After a little reconnoitering, Mrs. Tellamantez declared that it was time for lunch, and Ray took his hatchet and began to cut greasewood, which burns fiercely in its green state.
The little boys dragged the bushes to the spot that Mrs. Tellamantez had chosen for her fire. Mexican women like to cook out of doors. After lunch Thea sent Gunner and Axel to hunt for agates. Tellamantez smiled and said something to Johnny in Spanish. They call him the house snake. They keep a little mat for him by the fire, and at night he curl up there and sit with the family, just as friendly! A Mexican learns to dive below insults or soar above them, after he crosses the border.
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By this time the south wall of the amphitheater cast a narrow shelf of shadow, and the party withdrew to this refuge. Ray and Johnny began to talk about the Grand Canyon and Death Valley, two places much shrouded in mystery in those days, and Thea listened intently. Tellamantez took out her drawn-work and pinned it to her knee. Ray could talk well about the large part of the continent over which he had been knocked about, and Johnny was appreciative.
Ray, who had taken off his coat, whetted his pocketknife thoughtfully on the sole of his shoe. I had a mind to see something of this world, and I ran away from home before I was twelve.
Rustled for myself ever since. There were plenty of boys at home. That was the finishing split I had with my old man, John. He had a claim along the creek, not far from Denver, and raised a little garden stuff for market.
The farther I went the madder I got, but I was trying to look unconscious, when the end-gate came loose and one of the melons fell out and squashed. I never looked behind, but the whole of Capitol Hill must have been a mess with them squashed melons. Now, tell Johnny about your first job. He was observant, truthful, and kindly — perhaps the chief requisites in a good story-teller.
Occasionally he used newspaper phrases, conscientiously learned in his efforts at self-instruction, but when he talked naturally he was always worth listening to.
Never having had any schooling to speak of, he had, almost from the time he first ran away, tried to make good his loss. As a sheep-herder he had worried an old grammar to tatters, and read instructive books with the help of a pocket dictionary. Mathematics and physics were easy for him, but general culture came hard, and he was determined to get it.
Ray was a freethinker, and inconsistently believed himself damned for being one. He was one of the stepchildren of Fortune, and he had very little to show for all his hard work; the other fellow always got the best of it. He had come in too late, or too early, on several schemes that had made money. He brought with him from all his wanderings a good deal of information more or less correct in itself, but unrelated, and therefore misleadinga high standard of personal honor, a sentimental veneration for all women, bad as well as good, and a bitter hatred of Englishmen.
Thea often thought that the nicest thing about Ray was his love for Mexico and the Mexicans, who had been kind to him when he drifted, a homeless boy, over the border. In Mexico, Ray was Senor Ken-ay-dy, and when he answered to that name he was somehow a different fellow. He spoke Spanish fluently, and the sunny warmth of that tongue kept him from being quite as hard as his chin, or as narrow as his popular science.
Ray smiled and shook his head. He leaned back in the shadow and dug out a rest for his elbow in the sand. That was a close call. She was silver mine, I guess? Down at Lake Valley. I put up a few hundred for the prospector, and he gave me a bunch of stock. My sister was beside herself to get his body back to Colorado to bury him. Two months afterward, the boys struck that big pocket in the rock, full of virgin silver.
They named her the Bridal Chamber.
It was pure, soft metal you could have melted right down into dollars. The boys cut it out with chisels. I pity him for one, and wish he had his mother alive and here, to dry them. You know the university was in a manner beaten, and he took the blame.
He never cried; that was a cracker of those fellows. But he did give one great sob, that was all, and hung his head on one side a moment. But then he fought out of it directly, like a man; and there was an end of it, or ought to have been. Console my senior, and my Stroke?
The umpire, appealed to on the spot, decided that it was a foul, Mr. Dodd being in his own water. The Cambridge boat was too light for the men, and kept burying her hose; the London craft, under a heavy crew, floated like a cork.
The Londoners soon found out their advantage, and, overrating it, steered into their opponents water prematurely, inn spite of a warning voice from the bank. But the Londoners pulled gallantly, and just scraped clear ahead.
This peril escaped, they kept their backs straight and a clear lead to the finish. Cambridge followed a few feet in their wake, pulling wonderfully fast to the end, but a trifle out of form, and much distressed. At this both universities looked blue, their humble aspiration being, first to beat off all the external world, and then tackle each other for the prize. The ladies read it. Its writer had won a prize poem, and so now is our time to get a hint for composition: Suppose we go in for these sculls.
You are a horse that can stay; Silcock is hot for the lead at starting, I hear; so I mean to work him out of wind; then you can wait on us, and pick up the race. Julia said she did not dare hope it. But only for a moment, for she felt Mrs. Dodd start and press her arm; and lo! He was pulling Just within himself, in beautiful forum, and with far more elasticity than the other two had got left.
As line passed his mother and sister, his eyes seemed to strike fire, and he laid out all his powers, and went at the leading skiffs hand over head There was a yell of astonishment and delight from both sides of the Thames. He passed Hardie, who upon that relaxed his speed.
In thirty seconds more he was even with Silcock. Then came a keen struggle: In due course he brought the little silver sculls, and pinned them on his mother. While she and Julia were telling him how proud they were, and how happy they should be, but for their fears that he would hurt himself, beating gentlemen ever so much older than himself, came two Exeter men with wild looks hunting for him.
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Hardie wants you directly. I never heard of such a thing. That youth will make me hate him. Half-an-hour passed; an hour; two hours, and he did not return. Dodd and Julia sat wondering what had become of him, and were looking all around, and getting uneasy, when at last they did hear something about him, but indirectly, and from an unexpected quarter. A tall young man in a jersey and flannel trousers, and a little straw hat, with a purple rosette, came away from the bustle to the more secluded part where they sat, and made eagerly for the Thames as if he was a duck, and going in.
But at the brink line flung himself into a sitting posture, and dipped his white handkerchief into the stream, then tied it viciously round his brow, doubled himself up with his head in his hands, and rocked himself hike an old woman — minus the patience, of course. Dodd and Julia, sitting but a few paces behind him, interchanged. The young gentleman was a stranger; but they had recognised a faithful old acquaintance at the bottom of his pantomime. They discovered, too, that the afflicted one was a personage: Observing his semi-circularity and general condition, they hesitated a moment; and then one of them remonstrated eagerly.: There is a crowd of all the colleges come round us; and they all say Oxford is being sold.
We had a chance for the four-oared race, and you are throwing it away. With my head splitting? Dodd a soft pinch, to which Mrs. Dodd replied by a smile. And so they settled who this petulant young invalid must be. You will only rile him, and get the rough side of his tongue. But a Wadham man, who was one of the ambassadors, interposed.
Hardie, I have not the honour to be acquainted with you, and I am not here to annoy you, nor to be affronted by you. But the university has a stake in this race, and the university expostulates through us — through me, if you like. Hear that, ye tuneful nine! Let us assume by way of hypothesis that you are a man of sense, a man of reason as well as of rhyme.
Then follow my logic. Hardie of Exeter is a good man in a boat when he has not got a headache. At this query, delivered in a somewhat threatening tone, the invalid sat up all in a moment, like a poked lion.
One remained; sat quietly down a little way off, struck a sweetly aromatic lucifer, and blew a noisome cloud; but the only one which betokens calm. As for Hardie, he held his aching head over his knees, absorbed in pain, and quite unconscious that sacred pity was poisoning the air beside him, and two pair of dovelike eyes resting on him with womanly concern. Dodd and Julia had heard the greatest part of this colloquy. They had terribly quick ears and nothing better to do with them just then.
Indeed, their interest was excited. Julia went so far as to put her salts into Mrs. Dodd did not act upon the hint. She had learned who the young man was: Moreover, his rudeness to the other men repelled her a little. Above all, he had uttered a monosyllable and a stinger: Those might be his manners, even when not aching. There is a swing for you; there is a stroke.
I did not know what a treasure I had got sitting behind me. We must fight for the lead at starting, and hold it with his eyelids when he has got it. Fancy having eighteen pounds at the end of term. The last panegyric on Edward had turned the scale.
Hardie went slowly up to the side of the carriage, and took off his hat to them with a half-bewildered air. Now that he was so near, his face showed very pale; the more so that his neck was a good deal tanned; his eyelids were rather swollen, and his young eyes troubled and almost filmy with the pain.
The ladies saw, and their gentle bosoms were touched: He looked at her and her mother, and blushed, and stood irresolute, awaiting their commands. This sudden contrast to his petulance with his own sex paved the way. You had better sit there, sir, and profit by our shade and our parasols. You have a right to send me where you please, after your kindness in noticing my infernal head, and doing me the honour to speak to me, and lending me this. But if I go to bed, my head will be my master.
Besides, I shall throw away what little chance I have of making your acquaintance; and the race just coming off! He glanced now and then at the island, and now and then peered up at the radiant young mute beside him. The silence continued till it was broken by — a fish out of water. An undergraduate in spectacles came mooning along, all out of his element. Kennet, who used to rise at four every morning to his Plato, and walk up Shotover Hill every afternoon, wet or dry, to cool his eyes for his evening work.
With what view he deviated to Henley has not yet been ascertained. He was blind as a bat, and did not care a button about any earthly boat-race, except the one in the AEneid, even if he could have seen one. However, nearly all the men of his college went to Henley, and perhaps some branch, hitherto unexplored, of animal magnetism drew him after. At any rate, there was his body; and his mind at Oxford and Athens, and other venerable but irrelevant cities.
He brightened at sight of his doge, and asked him warmly if he had heard the news. Nothing wrong, I hope? I was afraid there was some screw loose with the crew. The position was not tenable an instant, but he extended one foot very nimbly and boldly, and planted it on the other gunwale; and there he was in a moment, headache and all, in an attitude as large and inspired as the boldest gesture antiquity has committed to marble — he had even the advantage in stature over most of the sculptured forms of Greece.
I am not to repeat the particulars of a distant race coming nearer and nearer. And then their grateful though refractory patient, an authority in their eyes, indeed all but a river-god, stood poised in air, and in excited whispers interpreted each distant and unintelligible feature down to them: None of them can stay like us.
Hardie raised his opera-glass, and his first impulse was to brain the judicious Kennet, gazing up to him for an answer, with spectacles goggling like supernatural eyes of dead sophists in the sun. Hold your tongue, and mind the race. The Cockneys are out of this event, any way. Go on, Universities, and order their suppers! Never mind; it looks well. By Jove, we are ahead! Yet it was undeniably ahead, and gaining at every swing.
Young Hardie writhed on his perch. You are walking away from them altogether. Hurrah, Oxford for ever, hurrah! Dodd and Julia could see the race was theirs. At first they were benumbed, and sat chilled, with red cheeks, bewildered between present triumph and mortification at hand. He was now in his element, knew all about it, rushed into details, and sawed away all doubt from their minds. The sum was this. Hardie said he was very sorry for it. Why, you told me yourself, the other day, poor Dodd was anxious about it on account of his friends.
And, by-the-bye, that reminds me they say he has got two pretty sisters here. Hardie took two or three of his long strides, and fairly collared him. That is a good joke. Tell him after chapel tomorrow, or in chapel if you must; but why poison his triumphal cup? And his sisters, too, why spoil their pleasure? He is the best-natured fellow in college. Now, how do you construe [Greek text]? My tutor says it cannot be rendered by any one English word; no more can [Greek text]. You must be stroke of the eight-oar after me.
Let me see more of you than I have, old fellow. What do you mean? Will you grind Logic with me? There, we cram Logic together next term. Why, one of them had called the other mamma.
He gazed at them, and turned hot to the very forehead. Left to herself, Mrs. Dodd would have broken the bad news to Edward at once, and taken the line of consoling him under her own vexation: He was not allowed to surprise one of the looks they interchanged to relieve their secret mortification. But, after dinner, as the time drew near for him to go back to Oxford, Mrs. Dodd became silent, and a little distraite; and at last drew her chair away to a small table, and wrote a letter.
In directing it she turned it purposely, so that Julia could catch the address: But her heart soon divined the mystery: Julia took the missive unobserved by the Destination, and glided out of the room to get it quietly posted. The servant-girl was waiting on the second-floor lodgers, and told her so, with a significant addition, viz. Julia was a little surprised at her coolness, but took the hint with perfect good temper, and just put on her shawl and bonnet, and went with it herself.
The post-office was not quite so near as represented; but she was soon there, for she was eager till she had posted it. But she came back slowly and thoughtfully; here in the street, lighted only by the moon, and an occasional gaslight, there was no need for self-restraint, and soon her mortification betrayed itself in her speaking countenance. And to think that her mother, on whom she doted, should have to write to her son, there present, and post the letter!
This made her eyes fill, and before she reached the door of the lodging, they were brimming over. As shine put her foot on the step, a timid voice addressed her in a low tone of supplication.
His tall figure was bending towards her submissively, and his face, as well as his utterance, betrayed considerable agitation. And what led to so unusual a rencontre between a young gentleman and lady who had never been introduced? Why, yes; the tenderest in all our nature: He was mortified to the core. And then that he, who prided himself on his discrimination, should take them for ladies of rank, or, at all events, of the highest fashion and, climax of humiliation, that so great a man as he should go and seem to court them by praising Dodd of Exeter, by enlarging upon Dodd of Exeter, by offering to grind Logic with Dodd of Exeter.
Who would believe that this was a coincidence, a mere coincidence? They could not be expected to believe it; female vanity would not let them. Dodd was a frank, good-hearted fellow; he would listen to facts, and convince the ladies in turn.
Dodd must be in college by twelve, and would leave Henley before ten. He waited till he was tired of waiting. But at last the door opened; he stepped forward, and out tripped Miss Dodd. However, he stood and admired her graceful figure and action, her ladylike speed without bustling. Had she come back at the same pace, he would never have ventured to stop her: Her look at him and his headache recurred to him — a look brimful of goodness.
She would do as well as Edward, better perhaps. He yielded to impulse, and addressed her, but with all the trepidation of a youth defying the giant Etiquette for the first time in his life. Julia was a little surprised and fluttered, but did not betray it; she had been taught self-command by example, if not by precept. Hardie had now only to explain himself; but instead of that, he stood looking at her within silent concern.
This bright sulphur-coloured lizard lives in a region remarkable for its solfataras, silicious deposits, and sulphur crusts. Hochstetter, in his graphic account of the Rotorua Lake district, informs us that all around Pohuteo there are extensive sulphur deposits, and that in Arikiroa Bay, the yellow hue of the sulphur crusts which cover the ground, is visible at a great distance.
The law of assimilative colouring, which, by affording protection to otherwise defenceless species, plays an important part in the struggle for life that is ever going on around us, is thus exemplified in the present instance. Pale brown, with irregular darker cross bands, with white edges in front; scales granular, moderate, those of under side larger; labial shields gradually smaller.
This species was originally noticed by Dr. The form appears to me of very doubtful specific value. Naultinus brevidactylus and N. Olivaceous brown; sides and limbs with minute white specks; beneath yellowish grey; the spines of the nuchal and dorsal crests yellow, of the caudal brown; scales of the back, head, tail and limbs small, granular, nearly uniform; the irregular folds of the skin fringed at the top with a series of rather large scales; an oblique ridge of large scales on each side of the base of the tail, and a few shorter longitudinal ridges of rather smaller ones on each side of the upper part of the tail.
The sexes vary both in size and colour. The male is considerably smaller than the female, and the skin is of a brighter olive, yellowish on the under parts. In the Philosophical Transactions forthere is a very elaborate and exhaustive paper by Dr. Knox, appears in the Transactions of the New Zealand Institute, This is the Tuatara or Tuatete of the natives.
I had a pair of live ones in my possession for many months, but could never induce them to eat. They were sluggish in their movements, and when molested uttered a low, croaking note.
They were — 9 — View Image obtained on the small island of Karewa, in the Bay of Plenty, where this large lizard is still very plentiful, although it is well-nigh extinct on the mainland. Gilbert Mair, from whom I received them, furnished the following interesting notes: The whole place is completely honeycombed with their burrows, and you cannot move two steps without sinking to the knees in them. The tuataras are very plentiful. They live in holes under the big rocks, and can be only got at by digging.
I suspect that, during a part of the year at least, they subsist largely on birds' eggs. Sclater, the Secretary of the Zoological Society, in an article contributed to Nature June 23,notices the acquisition, by purchase, of a living example of this remarkable lizard, and refers to it as the only one that had reached England alive since the publication of Dr. This is evidently a mistake; for in the early part of last year, Dr. Hector forwarded, under care of Sir George Grey, a pair of live tuataras male and femaleone of which reached the Zoological Gardens in safety, and was afterwards figured in the Illustrated London News.
These specimens were obtained by Mr. Gilbert Mair, together with those sent to me, on the Island of Karewa, above referred to, which he describes as distant about nine miles from Tauranga, about two acres in extent, and composed of large masses of scoria loosely jumbled together. The Bay of Plenty natives assert that those found on the Rurima Rocks are of a different kind; and Mr.
Gray under the name of Hatteria punctata, and has been generally designated so till lately, when as Mr. Fitzinger, of Vienna, but I have thought it best to adhere to Gray's nomenclature. To prevent further confusion, however, I will give here the generic equivalents, viz.: I have not been able to obtain Dr.
Fitzinger's description of this species, but it is very certain that there is no house-gecko indigenous to New Zealand. Taylor has devoted much labour and research to many of the subjects treated of in his book, and deserves thanks rather than criticism at the hands of his fellow colonists. But, as the reverend author will himself admit, it would be injurious to the interests of science, to allow his mistakes in describing the Ornithology of New Zealand, to go forth to the world uncontradicted.
Indeed, to make a practical application of this truth, had some friendly critic reviewed the Natural History portion of Mr. Taylor's first edition of the work, published init would have prevented the reproduction of some very flagrant errors in the new edition, fifteen years later.
Moreover, I feel sure that my esteemed friend, Mr. Taylor, will, as a true lover of science, receive my critical remarks in the same spirit as that which dictates them. The number of ascertained species belonging to the New Zealand Avifauna, is stated by Mr.
Our last published lists contain the names ofa few of which, however, are of doubtful specific value. The form of its wings is sufficient to determine the migratory nature of this bird.
Mantell, inis more than twice the size of the largest weka. The description evidently refers to the Harrier Circus Gouldii. There is no such Owl as Athene albifrons.
The author evidently refers to A. Heteralocha Gouldi, the rare and beautiful Huia. The author omits the specific name, and the description of the bird is outrageously inaccurate. The account of its breeding habits also is incorrect, viz.: It is true that the Korimako Anthornis melanura has a brush tongue — 13 — View Image and is a honey eater, but it nevertheless does not belong to the genus Trichoglossus, which is a group of honey-eating parrots. The breeding habits of this species are also misrepresented, for I can endorse the following remark by Mr.
Potts, in his excellent paper on the nidification of New Zealand birds Trans.