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October Vagabonds

Chapter 8 THE AMERICAN BLUEBIRD AND ITS SONG

Word Count: 1179    |    Released on: 30/11/2017

ling of exhilaration and romantic expectancy, blent with an absurd sense of our being entirely on our own resources, vagrants shifting for ourselves, independent of civilizati

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one vast nervous system of human communication. This field whose green sod we were treading connected with another field, that with another, and that again with another-all the way to New York-all the way to Cape Horn! No break anywhere. All we had to do was to go on putting one foot before the other, and we could arrive

otten-looking little farmhouse, surrounded by giant wind-worn popla

Colin, "if we struck some bright little

ady miles away, wrapped in lonely distance, wistfully forsaken. Everything we looked at seemed to have gained a new importance and significance; every tree and bush seemed to say, "So many miles to New York," and we unconscious

attentively, with a learned air, as though making a mental note for some ornithological society in New York. "Bluebird seen in Erie

came the sound of an engine surrounded by a group of men, occupied in feeding it with trusses of corn fr

, globes of golden orange, lay scatter

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-humoured German voice belonging to an old dame, who seemed glad to have the lonely afternoon silence broken by human speech; and we were then, as often afterward, reminded that we were not so

ry, and it had appealed to our imaginat

usually decided by the sound of the name of village or town. Thus the sound of "Wales Center" had taken us, we were told, a mile or two out of our way; but what of that? We were not walking for a record, nor were we road-surveying, or following the automobile route to New York. In fact, we had deliberately avoided the gasoline route, choosing to be led by more rustic o

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