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Title: Twilight Land

Author: Howard Pyle

Posting Date: November 20, 2008 [EBook #1751]
Release Date: May, 1999

Language: English

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TWILIGHT LAND

By Howard Pyle

Table of Contents

Introduction
The Stool of Fortune
The Talisman of Solomon
Ill-Luck and the Fiddler
Empty Bottles
Good Gifts and a Fool's Folly
The Good of a Few Words
Woman's Wit
A Piece of Good Luck
The Fruit of Happiness
Not a Pin to Choose
Much Shall Have More and Little Shall Have Less
Wisdom's Wages and Folly's Pay
The Enchanted Island
All Things are as Fate Wills
Where to Lay the Blame
The Salt of Life

Introduction

I found myself in Twilight Land. How I ever got there I cannot tell, but
there I was in Twilight Land.

What is Twilight Land? It is a wonderful, wonderful place where no sun
shines to scorch your back as you jog along the way, where no rain falls
to make the road muddy and hard to travel, where no wind blows the dust
into your eyes or the chill into your marrow. Where all is sweet and
quiet and ready to go to bed.

Where is Twilight Land? Ah! that I cannot tell you. You will either have
to ask your mother or find it for yourself.

There I was in Twilight Land. The birds were singing their good-night
song, and the little frogs were piping "peet, peet." The sky overhead
was full of still brightness, and the moon in the east hung in the
purple gray like a great bubble as yellow as gold. All the air was full
of the smell of growing things. The high-road was gray, and the trees
were dark.

I drifted along the road as a soap-bubble floats before the wind, or as
a body floats in a dream. I floated along and I floated along past the
trees, past the bushes, past the mill-pond, past the mill where the old
miller stood at the door looking at me.

I floated on, and there was the Inn, and it was the Sign of Mother
Goose.

The sign hung on a pole, and on it was painted a