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As from a magic trance the sleepers awoke, and the

maiden

Said with a sigh to the friendly priest-"O Father Fel

ician !

Something says in my heart that near me Gabriel wanders. Is it a foolish dream, an idle and vague superstition?

Or has an angel passed, and revealed the truth to my

spirit?"

Then, with a blush, she added-"Alas for my credulous fancy!

Unto ears like thine such words as these have no meaning." But made answer the reverend man, and he smiled as he

answered

"Daughter, thy words are not idle; nor are they to me without meaning.

Feeling is deep and still; and the word that floats on the surface

Is as the tossing buoy, that betrays where the anchor is

hidden.

Therefore trust to thy heart, and to what the world calls illusions.

Gabriel truly is near thee; for not far away to the south

ward,

On the banks of the Têche, are the towns of St. Maur and St. Martin.

There the long-wandering bride shall be given again to her bridegroom,

There the long-absent pastor regain his flock and his sheep

fold.

Beautiful is the land, with its prairies and forests of fruit

trees;

Under the feet a garden of flowers, and the bluest of heavens

Bending above, and resting its dome on the walls of the forest.

They who dwell there have named it the Eden of Louisiana."

And with these words of cheer they arose and continued their journey.

Softly the evening came. The sun from the western horizon

Like a magician extended his golden wand o'er the land

scape;

Twinkling vapors arose; and sky and water and forest

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"Nearer, and ever nearer, among the numberless islands, Darted a light, swift boat. that sped away o'er the water."

Seemed all on fire at the touch, and melted and mingled

together.

Hanging between two skies, a cloud with edges of silver, Floated the boat, with its dripping oars, on the motionless

water.

Filled was Evangeline's heart with inexpressible sweet

ness.

Touched by the magic spell, the sacred fountains of feeling Glowed with the light of love, as the skies and waters around her.

Then from a neighboring thicket the mocking-bird, wildest of singers,

Swinging aloft on a willow spray that hung o'er the water, Shook from his little throat such floods of delirious music, That the whole air and the woods and the waves seemed

silent to listen.

Plaintive at first were the tones and sad; then soaring to madness

Seemed they to follow or guide the revel of frenzied Bacchantes.

Single notes were then heard, in sorrowful, low lamen

tation;

Till, having gathered them all, he flung them abroad in

derision,

As when, after a storm, a gust of wind through the tree

tops

Shakes down the rattling rain in a crystal shower on the

branches.

With such a prelude as this, and hearts that throbbed with emotion,

Slowly they entered the Têche, where it flows through the green Opelousas,

And through the amber air, above the crest of the wood.

land,

Saw the column of smoke that arose from a neighboring

dwelling;

Sounds of a horn they heard, and the distant lowing of cattle.

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"The house itself was of timbers

Hewn from the cypress-tree, and carefully fitted together."

III.

NEAR to the bank of the river, o'ershadowed by oaks, from whose branches

Garlands of Spanish moss and of mystic mistletoe flaunted, Such as the Druids cut down with golden hatchets at Yule

tide,

Stood, secluded and still, the house of the herdsman. A garden

Girded it round about with a belt of luxuriant blossoms, Filling the air with fragrance. The house itself was of timbers

Hewn from the cypress-tree, and carefully fitted together. Large and low was the roof; and on slender columns supported,

Rose-wreathed, vine-encircled, a broad and spacious veranda, Haunt of the humming-bird and the bee, extended around it At each end of the house, amid the flowers of the garden, Stationed the dove-cots were, as love's perpetual symbol, Scenes of endless wooing, and endless contentions of rivals.

Silence reigned o'er the place. The line of shadow and sunshine

Ran near the tops of the trees; but the house itself was in

shadow,

And from its chimney-top, ascending and slowly expanding
Into the evening air, a thin blue column of smoke rose.
In the rear of the house, from the garden gate, ran a path-

way

Through the great groves of oak to the skirts of the limitless prairie,

Into whose sea of flowers the sun was slowly descending Full in his track of light, like ships with shadowy canvas Hanging loose from their spars in a motionless calm in the tropics,

Stood a cluster of trees, with tangled cordage of grapevines.

Just where the woodlands met the flowery surf of the prairie,

Mounted upon his horse, with Spanish saddle and stirrups, Sat a herdsman, arrayed in gaiters and doublet of deerskin. Broad and brown was the face that from under the Spanish sombrero

Gazed on the peaceful scene, with the lordly look of its

master.

Round about him were numberless herds of kine, that were grazing

Quietly in the meadows, and breathing the vapory freshness That uprose from the river, and spread itself over the land

scape.

Slowly lifting the horn that hung at his side, and expanding

Fully his broad, deep chest, he blew a blast, that resounded Wildly and sweet and far, through the still damp air of the

evening.

Suddenly out of the grass the long white horns of the cattle Rose like flakes of foam on the adverse currents of ocean. Silent a moment they gazed, then bellowing rushed o'er the prairie,

And the whole mass became a cloud, a shade in the distance. Then, as the herdsman turned to the house, through the

gate of the garden

Saw he the forms of the priest and the maiden advancing to meet him.

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