“ Oh, I only do it for fun,” Leslie replied, laughing. “ Why, you’ll get as clever as Blondin, Leslie, if you go on like that.” 1 Leslie Ford got on the railing, and balancing himself with his outstretched arms, walked along quite steadily for about a dozen yards. “ You try now, Leslie,” said Trix, jumping to the ground.
“ Do yon know, Trix, that this was the way that Blondin, the great tight-rope walker, first learned to do such wonderful things ? His mother used to set him on a railing when he was a little boy, and teach him to balance himself.” Trix was walking on the low iron railing that divided the flowerbeds from the lawn, her cousin Leslie holding her fast by the hand, and helping to balance her. “ Take hold of my hand, Trix-that way, and walk slowly at first. Stead-i-ly, without shaking. Trem-bling, shaking- quavering. Un-fas-tened, loose not fixed. Re-treat-ing, moving- back from a place. Schoon-er, a kind of ship. Pro-ceedf to go forward to act. Re-pliedf answered. Ills best verses are those descriptive of Australian scenery.) AN ADVENTURE IN A GARDEN.īeau-ti-ful, pleasing to the sight or the mind. (The poet, Henry Clarence Kendall, was born in New South Wales in 1841, and died there in 1882. Where the beat and the beat Of our swift horses’ feet O'er ' ’ilches and mountain-tops grey, Where the beat and the beat of our swift horses’ feet Like a tempest, are tearing the ground ! And we follow them hard to the rails of the yard, Like a wintry shore that the waters ride o’er,Īll the lowlands are filling with sound 1 For swiftly we gain where the herds on the plain, Of our swift horses’ feet Start the echoes away from their caves. With a roar like the thunder of waves, As the beat and the beat of our swift horses’ feetĪs the beat and the beat. While the morning light beams on the fern-matted streams,Īnd the water-pools flash in its glow, Down the ridges we fly, with a loud ringing cry-ĭown the ridges and gullies we go ! And the cattle we hunt, they are racing in front,
DAZZ BAND LET IT WHIP EXTENDED TORRENT TORRENT
Gulch, a deep bed of a torrent when dry a gully. [February, 1896= SONG OF THE CATTLE HUNTERS.įern-mat-ted, covered closely with ferns.