The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 08, No. 49, November, 1861 by Various
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and young men occupied the bows. Haguna was leaning over the stern and
waving her hand to Anthrops. So suddenly had she appeared, that it was as if she had risen out of the rippling river, and the ripples still seemed to undulate on her sunny hair and laughing dimpled face: so fresh and bright and fair she seemed in that glad June morning. What did it matter whether he reasoned rightly on any subject? "Let me go!" he exclaimed to his companion. "Farewell, philosophy! farewell, science! I have chosen." To his surprise, he discovered that he was suddenly quite alone in the boat. The philosopher had disappeared,--whether by waxen wings, or an invisible cap, or any of the other numerous contrivances of many-wiled philosophers, he did not stop to consider, but hastened to join Haguna and her companions. "You are a welcome addition to our company," said Haguna, graciously reaching out her white hand; "but you choose strange companions. An old gray owl flew out of your boat a moment ago, scared to find himself abroad in such a pleasant sunlight. I confess I don't altogether admire your taste, not being an orni"-- She appealed in pretty perplexity to the student to help her out of the difficulty into which she had fallen by her rash attempt at large words. --"Thologist," added Anthrops, much wondering at these new tricks of the philosopher,--and then again he so much the more applauded his own wisdom in exchanging for her society the company of an old owl. So all the day long he stayed by her, all the day long he followed her, |
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