The Ruling Passion - Henry Van Dyke - Books - Les prairies numériques - 9782382743133 - November 13, 2020
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The Ruling Passion

Henry Van Dyke

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The Ruling Passion

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He entered the backwoods village of Bytown literally on the wings of the wind. It whirled him along like a big snowflake, and dropped him at the door of Moody's "Sportsmen's Retreat," as if he were a New Year's gift from the North Pole. His coming seemed a mere chance but perhaps there was something more in it, after all. At all events, you shall hear, if you will, the time and the manner of his arrival. It was the last night of December, some thirty-five years ago. All the city sportsmen who had hunted the deer under Bill Moody's direction had long since retreated to their homes, leaving the little settlement on the border of the Adirondack wilderness wholly under the social direction of the natives. The annual ball was in full swing in the dining-room of the hotel. At one side of the room the tables and chairs were piled up, with their legs projecting in the air like a thicket of very dead trees. The huge stove in the southeast corner was blushing a rosy red through its thin coat of whitewash, and exhaling a furious dry heat flavoured with the smell of baked iron. At the north end, however, winter reigned and there were tiny ridges of fine snow on the floor, sifted in by the wind through the cracks in the window-frames. But the bouncing girls and the heavy-footed guides and lumbermen who filled the ball-room did not appear to mind the heat or the cold. They balanced and "sashayed" from the tropics to the arctic circle. They swung at corners and made "ladies' change" all through the temperate zone. They stamped their feet and did double-shuffles until the floor trembled beneath them. The tin lampreflectors on the walls rattled like castanets. There was only one drawback to the hilarity of the occasion. The band, which was usually imported from Sandy River Forks for such festivities, -a fiddle, a cornet, a flute, and an accordion, -had not arrived. There was a general idea that the mail-sleigh, in which the musicians were to travel, had been delayed by the storm, and might break its way through the snow-drifts and arrive at any moment. But Bill Moody, who was naturally of a pessimistic temperament, had offered a different explanation. "I tell ye, old Baker's got that blame' band down to his hotel at the Falls now, makin' 'em play fer his party. Them music fellers is onsartin can't trust 'em to keep anythin' 'cept the toon, and they don't alluz keep that. Guess we might uz well shet up this ball, or go to work playin' games." At this proposal a thick gloom had fallen over the assembly but it had been dispersed by Serena Moody's cheerful offer to have the small melodion brought out of the parlour, and to play for dancing as well as she could. The company agreed that she was a smart girl, and prepared to accept her performance with enthusiasm. As the dance went on, there were frequent comments of approval to encourage her in the labour of love.

Media Books     Paperback Book   (Book with soft cover and glued back)
Released November 13, 2020
ISBN13 9782382743133
Publishers Les prairies numériques
Pages 116
Dimensions 148 × 210 × 7 mm   ·   158 g
Language English  

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