The Atlantic Monthly, volume 05, No. 31, May, 1860
The Atlantic Monthly, volume 05, No. 31, May, 1860
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It mast have been the echo, most musical, most resonant, repeated and yet repeated, dying with long sighs of sweet sound, vibrated from rock to river and back again from depth to depth of caveand cliff. Her thought flew after it; she knew, that, even if herhusband heard it, he yet could not reach her in time; she saw thatwhile the beast listened he would not gnaw, --and this she _felt_directly, when the rough, sharp, and multiplied stings of his tongueretouched her arm. Again her lips opened by... instinct, but the soundthat issued thence came by reason. She had heard that music charmedwild beasts, --just this point between life and death intensified everyfaculty, --and when she opened her lips the third time, it was not forshrieking, but for singing.
A little thread of melody stole out, a rill of tremulous motion; it wasthe cradle-song with which she rocked her baby;--how could she singthat? And then she remembered the baby sleeping rosily on the longsettee before the fire, --the father cleaning his gun, with one foot onthe green wooden rundle, --the merry light from the chimney dancing outand through the room, on the rafters of the ceiling with their tasselsof onions and herbs, on the log walls painted with lichens andfestooned with apples, on the king's-arm slung across the shelf withthe old pirate's-cutlass, on the snow-pile of the bed, and on the greatbrass clock, --dancing, too, and lingering on the baby, with his fringedgentian eyes, his chubby fists clenched on the pillow, and his finebreezy hair fanning with the motion of his father's foot.
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
It mast have been the echo, most musical, most resonant, repeated and yet repeated, dying with long sighs of sweet sound, vibrated from rock to river and back again from depth to depth of caveand cliff. Her thought flew after it; she knew, that, even if herhusband heard it, he yet could not reach her in time; she saw thatwhile the beast listened he would not gnaw, --and this she _felt_directly, when the rough, sharp, and multiplied stings of his tongueretouched her arm. Again her lips opened by... instinct, but the soundthat issued thence came by reason. She had heard that music charmedwild beasts, --just this point between life and death intensified everyfaculty, --and when she opened her lips the third time, it was not forshrieking, but for singing.
A little thread of melody stole out, a rill of tremulous motion; it wasthe cradle-song with which she rocked her baby;--how could she singthat? And then she remembered the baby sleeping rosily on the longsettee before the fire, --the father cleaning his gun, with one foot onthe green wooden rundle, --the merry light from the chimney dancing outand through the room, on the rafters of the ceiling with their tasselsof onions and herbs, on the log walls painted with lichens andfestooned with apples, on the king's-arm slung across the shelf withthe old pirate's-cutlass, on the snow-pile of the bed, and on the greatbrass clock, --dancing, too, and lingering on the baby, with his fringedgentian eyes, his chubby fists clenched on the pillow, and his finebreezy hair fanning with the motion of his father's foot.
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