TRAILING JUNIPER 



cold did not pinch her. Two or three sheep 

 were in the woods nibblinz the sparse laureL 

 They hid evidently not been ofEcially informed 

 of tie dreariness- Some kind of 2:2.7 there was 

 between our sensibilities and their?. Whit wo&amp;gt;uld 

 one not give to be able to pat their view s of rt 

 all into our words r a. ta.sk. that has never vet been 

 accom: iis ied. Tne,- ail talk at us in Bterature 



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from our standpoint, and are interesting to us 

 only by coming over into our do-main arid re- 

 exhibiting our purpose? and desire?. Always the 

 anknal story is a ghost story to which the narrator 

 adds his own feelings and desires. 



Once back in our cabin, its cheerv homeliness 

 was enhanced by our excursion. We hea.t&amp;gt;ed the 

 loss, fastened the shutter, moved our tabie into 

 the glow, and beean to huz our human deligrits 

 with the old self-consciousness. Charlie put hs 

 hand on my shoulder, his face came verv near to 

 mine as we bent over the sto-rv of adventure, pro- 

 fa sely illustrated, which I was to read to him. 

 Mv arm went around his warm little bocv with 

 an easv clasp. All at once some new sense of 

 t&amp;gt;reciou.sness in the companionship a fine draw- 

 ins to-zether ot the nerves of consanzuinitv, as 

 if the bleakness and violence or tne riours n.-^.~ 

 torzed some new links, rust as vou have seen tne 

 members of a suddenly bereaved family kxln 

 hands silently. 



v- n^.T ^*^- A 521*-.^ T^*S is wO S-w&quot;^&quot; ^n &amp;lt;M. *~~ ~~ ^~* T^^ .^ 

 It only needs one thinz to be quite homelike- 

 Can ou zuess what it is : &quot; 



