Across the Stream (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated.1919 Excerpt: ... CHAPTER VI Archie thought no more either of his tickled ribs or his grasped hair when his friends had definitely removed themselves, and with a sigh of delight he took up a sharpened pencil and a block of scribbling paper. He had grasped something, he thought, this morning, that must instantly be committed to words, before he even read over his last page or two, for his hand starved and itched to be writing. There was an odd trembling in his fingers, and his conscious brain was full of what he wanted to say. But when he put his pencil onto the block, and concentrated his mind on that liquid message of the sea that had reached him to-day, he found that his hand found nothing to write. His brain was full of what he wanted to write, but his hand disowned the controlling impulse. Again and once again he cast the thought in his brain into reasonable language, but there his hand still stayed, as if some signal was against it. Simply it would not proceed. Archie had known similar obstacles before, though they had never been so strong as this. Probably the thought was not yet clarified enough, and for that the usual remedy was a stroll about the garden, a look at the sea from the parapetted wall. He tried this, returning again with a conviction that now he would be able to give words to the impression that was so strong in his conscious brain, and as he took up his pencil again, again his hand seemed to be 147 yearning to write. There was that coral-lipped anemone at the edge of the water, there was a shoal of little fishes which as they turned became a sheet of dazzling silver... all that was ready for the hand that twitched in expectancy. But again his hand would have nothing to say to that: the brainsignal showed itself to an uncomprehending engine. Suddenly and...