k a housekeeper her name would be Mrs. Badger. He best expressed his preference for his wild homestead by saying that his Bible seemed truer to him there. If one stood in the [Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. ] doorway of his cave, and looked off at the rough land, the smiling sky, the curly grass white in the hot sunlight; if one listened to the rapturous song of the lark, the drumming of the quail, the burr of the locust against that vast silence, one understood what Ivar meant.
On this Sunday afternoon his face shone with happiness. He closed the book on his knee, keeping the place with his horny finger, and repeated softly:—
He sendeth the springs [Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. ] into the valleys, [Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. ] which run among the hills;
They give drink to every beast of the field; the wild asses quench their thirst.
The trees of the Lord are full of sap; the cedars of Lebanon which he hath planted;
Where the birds make their nests: as for the stork, the fir trees are [Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. ] her house.
The high hills are a refuge for the wild goats; and the rocks for the conies.
Before he opened his Bible again, Ivar heard the Bergsons’ wagon approaching, and he sprang up and ran toward it.
“No guns, no guns!” he shouted, waving his arms distractedly.
“No, Ivar, no guns,” Alexandra called reassuringly.
He dropped his arms and went up to the wagon, smiling amiably and looking at [Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. ] them out of his pale blue eyes.
“We want to buy [Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. ] a hammock, if you have one,” Alexandra explained, “and my little brother, here, wants to see your big pond, where so many [Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. ] birds come.”
Ivar smiled foolishly, and began rubbing the horses’ noses and feeling about their mouths behind the bits. “Not many birds just now. A few ducks this morning; and some snipe come to drink. But there was a crane last week. She spent one night and came back the next evening. I don’t know why. It is not her season, of course. Many of them go over in the fall. Then the pond is full of strange voices every night.”
Alexandra translated for Carl, who looked thoughtful. “Ask him, Alexandra, if it is t
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