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Roger Malvin's Burial
Intothem,workingmagicwithafewsimplewords,thepoethadinstilledtheveryessenceofdomesticloveandhouseholdhappiness,andtheywerepoetryandpicturejoinedinone.AsDorcassang,thewallsofherforsakenhomeseemedtoencircleher;shenolongersawthegloomypines,norheardthewindwhichstill,asshebeganeachverse,sentaheavybreaththroughthebranches,anddiedawayinahollowmoanfromtheburdenofthesong.Shewasarousedbythereportofaguninthevicinityoftheencampment;andeitherthesuddensound,orherlonelinessbytheglowingfire,causedhertotrembleviolently.Thenextmomentshelaughedintheprideofamother’sheart.
"Mybeautifulyounghunter!Myboyhasslainadeer!"sheexclaimed,recollectingthatinthedirectionwhencetheshotproceededCyrushadgonetothechase.
Shewaitedareasonabletimetohearherson’slightstepboundingovertherustlingleavestotellofhissuccess.Buthedidnotimmediatelyappear;andshesenthercheerfulvoiceamongthetreesinsearchofhim.
"Cyrus!Cyrus!"
Hiscomingwasstilldelayed;andshedetermined,asthereporthadapparentlybeenverynear,toseekforhiminperson.Herassistance,also,mightbenecessaryinbringinghomethevenisonwhichsheflatteredherselfhehadobtained.Shethereforesetforward,directingherstepsbythelong-pastsound,andsingingasshewent,inorderthattheboymightbeawareofherapproachandruntomeether.
