Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905 · [New York : Scribner & Co.] · leaf 137
ght play.And vet finish our tasks bv the end of the day. And we—we are wearied with fever and frost. Oh, blest are the eyes that are clear to behold Whatever we do, it must be at a cost; The wonderful glow of the butterflies gold. We hear, as we journey, the dropping of tears; With leisure to… … :smw* Over a fir-crested ridge of the Sierras, the sink-ing sun cast long shadows across the level swardof a little mountain park. In the edge of thetimber three or four white tents were pitched,while half a dozen mules and horses were grazingnear by, and a canvas-covered wagon stood at oneside,…
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