ISBN: 9781153627320

Excerpt: ...Zion-ward'' - I wish we were all up at those gates, O Lord! - The last words were spoken with a heavy sigh, and then the old woman changed her tone. Winnie! - Winnie… Plus…

Excerpt: ...Zion-ward'' - I wish we were all up at those gates, O Lord! - The last words were spoken with a heavy sigh, and then the old woman changed her tone. Winnie! - Winnie! - go to bed - go to bed! Your mother''d say it if she was here. Winnie raised her head and opened her eyes, and Karen repeating her admonition in the same key, the child got up and went mechanically out of the room, as if to obey it. It was by this time very late in the night; the rest of the inmates of the house had long been asleep. No lights were burning except in the room she had left. But opening the door of the kitchen, through which her way lay to her own room, Winnie found there was a glimmer from the fire, which usually was covered up close; and coming further into the room, she saw some one stretched at full length upon the floor at the fireside. Another step, and Winnie knew it was Winthrop. He was asleep, his head resting on a rolled-up cloak against the jamb. Winnie''s tears sprang forth again, but she would not waken him. She kneeled down by his side, to look at him, as well as the faint fireglow would let her, and to weep over him; but her strength was worn out. It refused even weeping; and after a few minutes, nestling down as close to him as she could get, she laid one arm and her head upon his breast and went to sleep too. More peacefully and quietly than she had slept for several nights. The glimmer from the fire-light died quite away, and only the bright stars kept watch over them. The moon was not where she could look in at those north or east kitchen windows. But by degrees the fair April night changed. Clouds gathered themselves up from all quarters of the horizon, till they covered the sky; the faces of the stars were hid; thunder began to roll along among the hills, and bright incessant flashes of white lightning kept the room in a glare. The violence of the storm did not come over Shah-wee-tah, but it was more than enough to rouse Winthrop, whose... Susan Warner, Books, Fiction and Literature, Hills Of The Shatemuc Books>Fiction and Literature The book has no illustrations or index. Purchasers are entitled to a free trial membership in the General Books Club where they can select from more than a million books without charge. Subjects: Fiction / Religious; Fiction / Romance / Historical; Fiction / Christian / General; Fiction / Christian / Historical; Fiction / Christian / Romance; Gardening / General;<

ISBN: 9781153627320

Excerpt: ...Zion-ward'' - I wish we were all up at those gates, O Lord! - The last words were spoken with a heavy sigh, and then the old woman changed her tone. Winnie! - Winnie… Plus…

Excerpt: ...Zion-ward'' - I wish we were all up at those gates, O Lord! - The last words were spoken with a heavy sigh, and then the old woman changed her tone. Winnie! - Winnie! - go to bed - go to bed! Your mother''d say it if she was here. Winnie raised her head and opened her eyes, and Karen repeating her admonition in the same key, the child got up and went mechanically out of the room, as if to obey it. It was by this time very late in the night; the rest of the inmates of the house had long been asleep. No lights were burning except in the room she had left. But opening the door of the kitchen, through which her way lay to her own room, Winnie found there was a glimmer from the fire, which usually was covered up close; and coming further into the room, she saw some one stretched at full length upon the floor at the fireside. Another step, and Winnie knew it was Winthrop. He was asleep, his head resting on a rolled-up cloak against the jamb. Winnie''s tears sprang forth again, but she would not waken him. She kneeled down by his side, to look at him, as well as the faint fireglow would let her, and to weep over him; but her strength was worn out. It refused even weeping; and after a few minutes, nestling down as close to him as she could get, she laid one arm and her head upon his breast and went to sleep too. More peacefully and quietly than she had slept for several nights. The glimmer from the fire-light died quite away, and only the bright stars kept watch over them. The moon was not where she could look in at those north or east kitchen windows. But by degrees the fair April night changed. Clouds gathered themselves up from all quarters of the horizon, till they covered the sky; the faces of the stars were hid; thunder began to roll along among the hills, and bright incessant flashes of white lightning kept the room in a glare. The violence of the storm did not come over Shah-wee-tah, but it was more than enough to rouse Winthrop, whose... Susan Warner, Books, Fiction and Literature, Hills Of The Shatemuc Books>Fiction and Literature, General Books LLC<

ISBN: 9781153627320

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