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Title: Wandering Heath
Author: Sir Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch
Release Date: July 3, 2006 [eBook #18750]
Language: English
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WANDERING HEATH.
by
ARTHUR THOMAS QUILLER-COUCH.
1895
This e-text was prepared from a reprint of a version published in 1895.
The stories in this volume made their first appearance in England as
follows: "The Roll-Call of the Reef" in _The Idler_; "The Looe
Die-hards" in _The Illustrated London News_, where it was entitled
"The Power o' Music"; "Jetsom" and "The Bishop of Eucalyptus" in _The
Pall Mall Magazine_; "Visitors at the Gunnel Rock" in _The Strand
Magazine_; "Flowing Source" in _The Woman at Home_; and the rest,
with one exception, in the friendly pages of _The Speaker_.
CONTENTS.
PROLOGUE.
THE ROLL-CALL OF THE REEF.
THE LOOE DIE-HARDS.
MY GRANDFATHER, HENDRY WATTY.
JETSOM.
WRESTLERS.
THE BISHOP OF EUCALYPTUS.
WIDDERSHINS.
VISITORS AT THE GUNNEL ROCK.
LETTERS FROM TROY--
I. THE FIRST PARISH MEETING.
II. THE SIMPLE SHEPHERD.
LEGENDS--
I. THE LEGEND OF SIR DINAR.
II. "FLOWING SOURCE".
EXPERIMENTS--
I. A YOUNG MAN'S DIARY.
II. THE CAPTAIN FROM BATH.
PROLOGUE.
"What is the use of it?" the Poet demanded peevishly--it was New
Year's Day in the morning. "People don't read my poetry when I have
gone to the trouble of writing it!"
"The more shame to them," said his wife.
"But, my dear, you know you never read it yourself."
"Oh, that is altogether different. Besides you _are_ improving, are
you not?" She asked it a trifle anxiously, but the question set him
off at once.
"In twenty years' time--" he began eagerly.
"--The boy will be at college." She laid down her needle and
embroidery and, gazing into the fire, let her hands lie idle in her
lap.
"You might think of me."
"I thought," she answered, "you were doing that.
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