Floyd Ireson (Paperback)

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: CHAPTER III. In her low-browed kitchen Moll Lansburra is making chowder. The blackened walls are beady with the fragrant steam, and the concoction is approaching the condition which requires the addition of its quantum suf. of sweet milk. Because the milk is not forthcoming, the witch-like brewer of the incantation is adding a furious growling to the bubbling of the pot, and we will let her growl for a whjle, and bring the narrative up to date, and make a ship-shape clearing of the decks for the voyage of narration. In that admirably planned menagerie at Washington, the nation's zoological gardens, I have been interested to observe the habits of several large birds, broad and strong of wing, who, before they can take to such flight as is allowed them in their narrow quarters, must execute a series of most laughable, ungainly flops. Such, however, having been accomplished, it is evident to the observer that, if the wires were removed, the sequence would be a strong, sweeping flight to the uttermost and uppermost parts of the overhanging blue. After a further, and, I trust, final explanatory flop, I hope to continue rny narrative flight without interruption, break, or halting to its completion. It seems to me that the history of the life of a people is too often like those instances against which artists and antiquarians inveigh, where a discolored fresco has been primly covered with an all-concealing coat of whitewash. In history it is white or black wash, in accordance with the prominent expression of certain characteristics. We read that a certain type of the human race lived at a certain time in a certain part of the earth, we get prominent features, highlights. But what they actually were as individuals is planished into generalities. They were either good or bad...