Priscilla Glenn stood on the little slope leading down from the farmhouse to the spring at the bottom of the garden, and lifted her head as a young deer does when it senses something new or dangerous. Suddenly, and entirely subconsciously, she felt her kinship with life, her relation to the lovely May day which was more like June than May-and a rare thing for Kenmore-whose seasons lapsed into each other as calmly and sluggishly as did all the other happenings in that spot known to the Canadian Indians as The Place Beyond the Wind-the In-Place. Across Priscilla's straight, young shoulders lay a…mehr
Priscilla Glenn stood on the little slope leading down from the farmhouse to the spring at the bottom of the garden, and lifted her head as a young deer does when it senses something new or dangerous. Suddenly, and entirely subconsciously, she felt her kinship with life, her relation to the lovely May day which was more like June than May-and a rare thing for Kenmore-whose seasons lapsed into each other as calmly and sluggishly as did all the other happenings in that spot known to the Canadian Indians as The Place Beyond the Wind-the In-Place. Across Priscilla's straight, young shoulders lay a yoke from both ends of which dangled empty tin pails, destined, sooner or later, to be filled with that peculiarly fine water of which Nathaniel Glenn was so proud. Nathaniel Glenn never loved things in a human, tender fashion, but he was proud of many things-proud that he, and his before him, had braved the hardships of farming among the red, rocky hills of Kenmore instead of wrenching a livelihood from the water. This capacity for tilling the soil instead of gambling in fish had made of Glenn, and a few other men, the real aristocracy of the place. Nathaniel's grandfather, with his wife and fifteen children, had been the first white settlers of Kenmore. So eager had the Indians been to have this first Glenn among them that it is said they offered him any amount of land he chose to select, and Glenn had taken only so much as would insure him a decent farm and prospects.Hinweis: Dieser Artikel kann nur an eine deutsche Lieferadresse ausgeliefert werden.
Harriet Theresa Comstock, an esteemed American novelist and prolific author of children's literature, was born to Alpheus Smith and Jean A. Downey in Nichols, New York. Her academic journey led her to Plainfield, New Jersey, where she received a comprehensive education that laid the foundation for her literary pursuits. In 1885, she entered a new chapter of her life by marrying Philip Comstock, a resident of Brooklyn, New York. Despite the demands of married life, Comstock embarked on her writing career in 1895, demonstrating a remarkable talent for crafting captivating short stories for various magazines. However, it was her dedication to creating books primarily aimed at children that truly solidified her legacy. Comstock's works not only entertained young readers but also imparted valuable lessons and moral values. Through her stories, she transported children to whimsical worlds filled with adventure, imagination, and wonder. Her contributions to children's literature endure as cherished classics, resonating with generations of readers. Harriet Theresa Comstock's passion for storytelling and her commitment to nurturing young minds through literature remain an enduring testament to her talent and influence in the realm of children's literature.
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