are gone away from the
house we do live in
. They are gone a little way away, to the
does live. I sit on our steps and I do print. I like it -- this house we do live in being at the edge of the
. So many
do live in the near woods. I do have conversations with them. I found the near woods first day I did go explores. That was the next day after we were come here. All the way from the other
we came in a
. Two horses were in front of us. They walked in front of us all the way.
||When first we were come, we did live with some other people in the
that wasn't all builded yet. After that we lived in a tent, and often when it did rain many raindrops came right through the tent. They did fall in
and on the floor and on the table. Too, they did make the quilts on the beds some damp -- but that didn't matter much because they soon got dried hanging around the stove.
||By and by we were come from the tent to this
. It has got a divide in it. One room we do
in. In the other room we do have breakfast and supper. Back of the house are some nice wood-rats. The most lovely of them all is
Thomas Chatterton Jupiter Zeus
. By the
is a brook. It goes singing on. Its joy song does sing in my heart. Under the house live some mice. I give them bread-scraps to eat. Under the steps lives a toad. He and I -- we are friends. I have named him. I call him
Lucian Horace Ovid Virgil
house we live in
where the willows grow. We have conversations. And there I do
my toes beside the willows. I feel the feels of gladness they do feel. And often it is I go from the willows to the meeting of the
. That is just in front of the ranch-house. There the road does have
. It goes three ways.
||One way the
does go to the
house of Sadie McKibben
. It doesn't stop when it gets to her house, but mostly I do. The road just goes on to the
a little way away. In its going it goes over a hill. Sometimes -- the times Sadie McKibben isn't at home -- I do go with
to the top of the hill. We look looks down upon the mill town. Then we do
and come again home. Always we make stops at the house of Sadie McKibben. Her house -- it is close to the mill by the
. That mill makes a lot of noise. It can do two things at once. It makes the noises and also it does saw the logs into boards. About the mill do live some people, mostly menfolks. There does live the good
man that wears gray neckties
and is kind to mice.
||Another way, the
does go the way I go when I go to the
where I go to school. When it is come there, it does go right on -- on to the house of the
girl who has no seeing
. When it gets to her house, it does make a bend, and it does go its way to the
. As it goes, its way is near
the way of the
that sings as it comes from the blue hills. There are singing brooks that
to the rivière. These brooks -- they and I -- we are friends. I call them Orne and Loing and Yonne and Rille and Essonne.
, long ways between the brooks, are
. I have not
of the people that do
in them. But I do know some of their cows and horses and pigs. They are friendly folk. Around the ranch-houses are fields. Woods used to grow where now grows grain. When the
cut down the grain, they also do cut down the cornflowers that grow in the fields. I follow along after and I do pick them up. Of some of them I make a guirlande.
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||When the guirlande is made, I do put it around the neck of
. He does have
. As we go walking down the
, I do talk with him about the one he is named for. And he does
. He is such a beautiful gray horse, and his ways are ways of gentleness. Too, he does have likings like the likings I have for the hills that are beyond the fields -- for the hills where are trails and tall fir trees like the wonderful ones that do grow by the
||So go two of the
s. The other road does lead to the
upper logging camps
. It goes only a little way from the
and it comes to a
. Long time ago, this road did have a
to go across the rivière. Some wise people did
and they did build it a
to go across on. It went across the bridge and it goes on and on between the hills -- the hills where
the talking fir trees.
||By its side goes the
are not so nice as are the appears of the road, and it has got only a squeaky voice. But this railroad track does have shining rails -- they stretch away and away, like a silver ribbon that came from the moon in the night. I go a-walking on these rails. I get off when I do hear the approaches of the
. On this track on every day,
Sunday, comes and goes the
. It goes to the camps and it does bring back cars of logs and cars of lumber. These it does take to the
. There engines more big do take the cars of lumber to towns more big.
Center for Electronic Studying, University of Oregon.
February 6, 2003