Two Festivals by Eliza Lee Cabot Follen
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James stays away so long; it is nightfall, and his father has always
desired him to take care not to be overtaken by a fog far from the house." "Suppose I go after him," said William. "There he comes, there he comes!" cried John and Jenny. The boy came in, in truth, all out of breath. "I have just succeeded," said he, "in making up the dozen." As he said this, he put upon the table a dozen of wild eggs. "The last came near costing me very dear," said he; "it was laid half way down to the Black Man's; you know, William, the great rock which looks like a giant sitting down; I had climbed, on my knees, and I had only one more step to take, when a great big wave--a coward!--behind struck me, and would have carried me away if I had not clung with all my might to the great Black Man." "Foolish child," said the mother, "could you not foresee the return of the tide?" "Not at all, not at all. It came before the hour. There are enormous waves in the channel, and the sea growls as when it is going to be angry." "That will not prevent us from passing a merry evening," replied William; "come, let us go quickly to work." He hastened to set the table, and assist his sister in putting on |
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