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FROM THE MARAIS DES CYGNES 135
J .'
OUS looking animal he had ever seen, but it was
so plain that Jack loved Becky and that Becky
trusted Jack that he gave no expression to his re-pugnance
to the glass- eyed mongrel. Baird never
enjoyed a dinner more and he was glad he did not
let Mrs. Buel fix him up a lunch as she had
offered to do. When they rose from the table
filled and refreshed, Becky said she wanted him
to see the most beautiful and wonderful wild
flowers of the bottoms. So Becky led the way \
out through the garden gate and took a narrow
cattle trail through the higl1 grass- nearly as
high as her head- directly south, into a vast flat
swampy expanse of country, allover- flow land
when the river was up, and innocent of fences or
other improvements, but dotted over here and
there with small lakes and ponds which, in the
migratory seasons were the delight of the myriads
of water fowl of every description, from the
stately cranes, wild swans and pelicans, to' the
mallard and teal. Jack trotted along in front.
There was not room in the trail for two abreast;
and so Becky and Baird walked " single file" or)
Indian fashion; and Becky kept up such a chatter
about her wild flowers" and told such a marvelous
tale of what she . was about to show him that he
was content to just listen and- digest his dinner.
They had walked about a mile when Becky paused
and pointing to a circular bunch of water oaks
a short distance in front, said:
" That is where the round lake is and it is just
covered with yonkapins. What is a yonkapin?
Why yonkapins are the water plants which have
the great, lovely flowers I have been telling you
about, and which I brought you out here to' see.
You will soon see that it is a wonderful sight".
As they approached the water- oaks the grass
grew shorter and much of it had been trampled
down by the cattle while resting under the shade.
Object Description
| Title | From the Marais Des Cygnes |
| Author | Atkeson, William O. (William Oscar), b. 1854. |
| Contributors | Walley, Helen. |
| Description | A novel |
| Subject.LCSH | Missouri -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction. |
| Source | Kansas City, Missouri : Burton Publishing Company, c1920. 343, [1] p. (first 2 p. and last p. blank), [1] leaf of plates : ill. ; 20 cm. |
| Language | eng |
| Date | 1920 |
| Type | Text |
| Format | |
| Identifier | 813 A873f |
| Relation | Northwest Missouri State University Library Tom Hooper's Civil War Collection |
| Date.Digital | 2009 |
| Publisher.Digital | Missouri State Library |
| Rights | All images are in public domain |
| Contributing Institution | Northwest Missouri State University B. D. Owens Library |
| Copy Request | Contact Owens Library Archives /Special Collections at (660)562-1974. |
| Collection Name | Northwest Missouri State University Collection |
Description
| Title | PAGE 135 |
| Description | FROM THE MARAIS DES CYGNES 135 J .' OUS looking animal he had ever seen, but it was so plain that Jack loved Becky and that Becky trusted Jack that he gave no expression to his re-pugnance to the glass- eyed mongrel. Baird never enjoyed a dinner more and he was glad he did not let Mrs. Buel fix him up a lunch as she had offered to do. When they rose from the table filled and refreshed, Becky said she wanted him to see the most beautiful and wonderful wild flowers of the bottoms. So Becky led the way \ out through the garden gate and took a narrow cattle trail through the higl1 grass- nearly as high as her head- directly south, into a vast flat swampy expanse of country, allover- flow land when the river was up, and innocent of fences or other improvements, but dotted over here and there with small lakes and ponds which, in the migratory seasons were the delight of the myriads of water fowl of every description, from the stately cranes, wild swans and pelicans, to' the mallard and teal. Jack trotted along in front. There was not room in the trail for two abreast; and so Becky and Baird walked " single file" or) Indian fashion; and Becky kept up such a chatter about her wild flowers" and told such a marvelous tale of what she . was about to show him that he was content to just listen and- digest his dinner. They had walked about a mile when Becky paused and pointing to a circular bunch of water oaks a short distance in front, said: " That is where the round lake is and it is just covered with yonkapins. What is a yonkapin? Why yonkapins are the water plants which have the great, lovely flowers I have been telling you about, and which I brought you out here to' see. You will soon see that it is a wonderful sight". As they approached the water- oaks the grass grew shorter and much of it had been trampled down by the cattle while resting under the shade. |
