The Smith College Monthly
Book format: An electronic version of a printed book that can be read on a computer or handheld device designed specifically for this purpose.
Publisher: Date:8/4/2009 - General Books LLC
By: Unknown Author
Excerpt from book: DOWN HILL Heigh ho! Ah, do yon know Whither our flashing feet shall go? Hoofs have yon, and the hairy thigh, And a little brown wisp of a nymph am I, Down the forest, flickering by Low and high: Sing and cry Heigh ho ! Who ever could know Whither our bold brown feet shall go ? Hoofs bite well on the moss-green stone : Small toes cling to the roots ontrthrown: Quick hands catch at the light leaves blown Low and high. Sing and cry Heigh ho 1 Why should we know Whither our following feet shall go ? Slim tree bends like an Indian's bow: Brown bog curdles and creeps: heigh ho t Leaf and petal and sun-shape blow Low and high. Sing and cry Heigh ho ! Never to know Save that the hoofs and the brown feet go Under the close boughs' blue-patched roof: Down the mountain, putting to proof Little brown foot and lean brown hoof Low and high- Sing and cry Heigh ho! Never to know Only to go and go and go 1 Heigh ho! Fannie Stearns Davis. OLD-COUNTRY-BORN Onuie was down at the battling stories in the river rinsing out the last of her basket of clothes. Most of the wash was already spread on the grass to whiten in the sun, while she gave an extra rub to some particularly obstinate stains. She smiled as she scrubbed, for she was always happy down at the battling stones. Here she had first met Timothy Moran as he had helped his mother with the heavy pieces, and it was here that Timothy had told her he was going to America to earn a fortune for her. That was two years ago, and in another year he would be sending for her. Three years wasn't so very long, especially when a letter came every month from Tim: she would be getting one this day or the next! She spread out the last piece and went up to the house crooning gently the song Tim had taught her the night before he went...