-og-ni'tion, recollection of a former
acquaintance.

LXXI. THE RAINBOW PILGRIMAGE. (197)

By Sara J. Lippincott, born at Onondaga, N. Y., in 1823, of New England
parentage. Under the name of "Grace Greenwood" she has written many
charming stories for children. Some of her best sketches are in "Records
of Five Years."

1. One summer afternoon, when I was about eight years of age, I was
standing at an eastern window, looking at a beautiful rainbow that,
bending from the sky, seemed to be losing itself in a thick, swampy wood
about a quarter of a mile distant.

2. It happened that no one was in the room with me then but my brother
Rufus, who was just recovering from a severe illness, and was sitting,
propped up with pillows, in an easy-chair, looking out, with me, at the
rainbow.

3. "See, brother," I said, "it drops right down among the cedars, where we
go in the spring to find wintergreens!"

4. "Do you know, Gracie," said my brother, with a very serious face, "that
if you should go to the end of the rain how, you would find there purses
filled with money, and great pots of gold and silver?"

5. "Is it truly so?" I asked.

6. "Truly so," answered my brother, with a smile. Now, I was a
simple-hearted child who believed everything that was told me, although I
was again and again imposed upon; so, without another word, I darted out
of the door, and set forth toward the wood. My brother called after me as
loudly as he was able, but I did not heed him.

7. I cared nothing for the wet grass, which was sadly drabbling my clean
frock,--on and on I ran: I was so sure that I knew just where that rainbow
ended. I remember how glad and proud I was in my thoughts, and what fine
presents I promised to all my friends out of my great riches.

8. So thinking, and laying delightful plans, almost before I knew it I had
reached the cedar grove, and the end of the rainbow was not there! But I
saw it shining down among the trees a little farther off; so on and on I
struggled, through the thick bushes and over logs, till I came within the
sound of a stream which ran through the swamp. Then I thought, "What if
the rainbow should come down right in the middle of that deep, muddy
brook!"

9. Ah! but I was frightened for my heavy pots of gold and silver, and my
purses of money. How should I ever find them there? and what a time I
should have getting them out! I reached the bank of the stream, and "the
end was not yet." But I coul