{"product_id":"2940013787728","title":"HOMESPUN TALES","description":"CONTENTS\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    ROSE O' THE RIVER\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    I. The Pine and the Rose\u003cbr\u003e    II. The \"Old Kennebec\"\u003cbr\u003e    III. The Edgewood \"Drive\"\u003cbr\u003e    IV. \"Blasphemious Swearin'\"\u003cbr\u003e    V. The Game of Jackstraws\u003cbr\u003e    VI. Hearts and Other Hearts\u003cbr\u003e    VII. The Little House\u003cbr\u003e    VIII. The Garden of Eden\u003cbr\u003e    IX. The Serpent\u003cbr\u003e    X. The Turquoise Ring\u003cbr\u003e    XI. Rose Sees the World\u003cbr\u003e    XII. Gold and Pinchbeck\u003cbr\u003e    XIII. A Country Chevalier\u003cbr\u003e    XIV. Housebreaking\u003cbr\u003e    XV. The Dream Room\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    THE OLD PEABODY PEW\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    SUSANNA AND SUE\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    I. Mother Ann's Children\u003cbr\u003e    II. A Son of Adam\u003cbr\u003e    III. Divers Doctrines\u003cbr\u003e    IV. Louisa's Mind\u003cbr\u003e    V. the Little Quail Bird\u003cbr\u003e    VI. Susanna Speaks in Meeting\u003cbr\u003e    VII. \"The Lower Plane\"\u003cbr\u003e    VIII. Concerning Backsliders\u003cbr\u003e    IX. Love Manifold\u003cbr\u003e    X. Brother and Sister\u003cbr\u003e    XI. \"The Open Door\"\u003cbr\u003e    XII. The Hills of Home\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eROSE O' THE RIVER\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI. The Pine And the Rose\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt was not long after sunrise, and Stephen Waterman, fresh from his\u003cbr\u003edip in the river, had scrambled up the hillside from the hut in the\u003cbr\u003ealder-bushes where he had made his morning toilet.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAn early ablution of this sort was not the custom of the farmers along\u003cbr\u003ethe banks of the Saco, but the Waterman house was hardly a stone's throw\u003cbr\u003efrom the water, and there was a clear, deep swimming-hole in the Willow\u003cbr\u003eCove that would have tempted the busiest man, or the least cleanly, in\u003cbr\u003eYork County. Then, too, Stephen was a child of the river, born, reared,\u003cbr\u003eschooled on its very brink, never happy unless he were on it, or in it,\u003cbr\u003eor beside it, or at least within sight or sound of it.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe immensity of the sea had always silenced and overawed him, left him\u003cbr\u003ecold in feeling. The river wooed him, caressed him, won his heart.\u003cbr\u003eIt was just big enough to love. It was full of charms and changes, of\u003cbr\u003evarying moods and sudden surprises. Its voice stole in upon his ear with\u003cbr\u003ea melody far sweeter and more subtle than the boom of the ocean. Yet it\u003cbr\u003ewas not without strength, and when it was swollen with the freshets of\u003cbr\u003ethe spring and brimming with the bounty of its sister streams, it could\u003cbr\u003edash and roar, boom and crash, with the best of them.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eStephen stood on the side porch, drinking in the glory of the sunrise,\u003cbr\u003ewith the Saco winding like a silver ribbon through the sweet loveliness\u003cbr\u003eof the summer landscape.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd the river rolled on toward the sea, singing its morning song,\u003cbr\u003ecreating and nourishing beauty at every step of its onward path. Cradled\u003cbr\u003ein the heart of a great mountain-range, it pursued its gleaming way,\u003cbr\u003ehere lying silent in glassy lakes, there rushing into tinkling little\u003cbr\u003efalls, foaming great falls, and thundering cataracts. Scores of bridges\u003cbr\u003espanned its width, but no steamers flurried its crystal depths. Here and\u003cbr\u003ethere a rough little rowboat, tethered to a willow, rocked to and fro in\u003cbr\u003esome quiet bend of the shore. Here the silver gleam of a rising perch,\u003cbr\u003echub, or trout caught the eye; there a pickerel lay rigid in the clear\u003cbr\u003ewater, a fish carved in stone: here eels coiled in the muddy bottom\u003cbr\u003eof some pool; and there, under the deep shadows of the rocks, lay fat,\u003cbr\u003esleepy bass, old, and incredibly wise, quite untempted by, and wholly\u003cbr\u003esuperior to, the rural fisherman's worm.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe river lapped the shores of peaceful meadows; it flowed along banks\u003cbr\u003egreen with maple, beech, sycamore, and birch; it fell tempestuously over\u003cbr\u003edams and fought its way between rocky cliffs crowned with stately firs.\u003cbr\u003eIt rolled past forests of pine and hemlock and spruce, now gentle,\u003cbr\u003enow terrible; for there is said to be an Indian curse upon the Saco,\u003cbr\u003ewhereby, with every great sun, the child of a paleface shall be drawn\u003cbr\u003einto its cruel depths. Lashed into fury by the stony reefs that impeded\u003cbr\u003eits progress, the river looked now sapphire, now gold, now white, now\u003cbr\u003eleaden gray; but always it was hurrying, hurrying on its appointed way\u003cbr\u003eto the sea.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAfter feasting his eyes and filling his heart with a morning draught\u003cbr\u003eof beauty, Stephen went in from the porch and, pausing at the stairway,\u003cbr\u003ecalled in stentorian tones: \"Get up and eat your breakfast, Rufus! The\u003cbr\u003eboys will be picking the side jams today, and I'm going down to work on\u003cbr\u003ethe logs. If you come along, bring your own pick-pole and peavey.\" Then,\u003cbr\u003egoing to the kitchen pantry, he collected, from the various shelves,\u003cbr\u003ea pitcher of milk, a loaf of bread, half an apple pie, and a bowl of\u003cbr\u003eblueberries, and, with the easy methods of a household unswayed by\u003cbr\u003efeminine rule, moved toward a seat under an apple tree and took his\u003cbr\u003emorning meal in great apparent content.","brand":"SAP","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47152729653488,"sku":"2940013787728","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940013787728_p0.jpg?v=1763590247","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940013787728","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}