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Page 111 - We believe all that God has revealed, all that He does now reveal, and we believe that He will yet reveal many great and important things pertaining to the kingdom of God.
Page 169 - ... through the silent firs, giving a green gleam to the mountain side and touching with a tender vivid light a bit of meadow on the border of the lake. No sound broke the stillness, no ripple stirred the smooth pure face of the lake, over which arched the deep blue sky. A hush had fallen upon our spirits. It seemed as if the noble mountains under whose great shadow we had passed the summer had at last admitted us to their Holy of Holies.
Page 29 - He lived across the street with his other wife ; she and her children lived alone here. In this case, however, I consoled myself by reflecting that it was the younger wife, not the old woman, who had the worst suffering. But at the next house where I looked for a saddle, —
Page 162 - I could only reflect thankfully that though the mountains might be made patent-medicine advertisers, and the deer that drank from the lakes at their feet and the eagles that soared over their heads might be killed to gratify man's lust of power, the cloudless blue sky above us was beyond their reach.
Page 81 - When we spoke of the big locusts, she said that her mother had lived there thirty years and would not have one of the trees cut down. She had had large offers for the place last winter, but would not sell, and would not let a tree be cut down. We went home full of our discovery. What a place to spend...
Page 46 - One day I startled a small brown heron standing in the road, making him strike such an attitude that I wanted to laugh in his face. He raised his long neck, fixing his gaze upon the zenith, like an abstracted philosopher rather than the reed he would have me take him for.
Page 45 - Once we passed close to a big baby dove, trying to balance himself on the top wire of the fence, and bewildered him greatly, for his mother had evidently told him to stay right there till she came back. At one point in the road, for some days, we were met by patrolling killdeer, who escorted us safely past the hiding-places of their young.
Page 70 - But all these discussions were like the whistle of the express train passing us on its way from New York to San Francisco, — a mere echo of the outside life of the world. Our swiftest currents ran through beds of brooks — still a long distance from the sea.
Page 24 - As I gazed dreamily into the blue sky, a beautiful butterfly, red against the sun, flew over my head straight on as if it would storm the mountain wall, — frail, airy flutterer, strong with the joy of climbing to heaven. I followed it with my eye — great radiant white clouds came puffing up over the mountains.
Page 78 - ... the next house." When I finally found her, I did my errand, and then sat in the saddle pondering the situation. Here were three houses — an adobe, a rock house, and a brick one — that made three. Across the street were two more — five ; up the road, another — six. The seventh wife [the first] was dead ; she had gone insane and died when the second wife was taken.