Clifton Johnson

Clifton Johnson

Summary

Portrait of Clifton Johnson Clifton Johnson,  The New England Country

“ CAMPING AMONG THE NEW ENGLAND HILLS It was a warm night of midsummer. In a secluded hollow of the Green Mountain ranges of lower Vermont was pitched a small white tent. A half-moon was shining softly through the light cloud-hazes overhead, and had you been there, you could have made out the near surroundings without much difficulty. Tall woods were all about, but here was a little open where grasses and ferns and low bushes grew in abundance, and on a chance level of the steep, uneven hillside the campers had pitched their tent. ”
Source: Gutenberg

Portrait of Clifton Johnson Clifton Johnson,  The New England Country

“ The clouds rolled away, and the sun shone down on the drenched earth from a perfect dome of clear, blue sky. Birds sang, and insects hummed and chirruped in the grasses, and the breezes shook little showers of twinkling water-drops 115 from the trees. The air was full of cool freshness and sunshine. It seemed to give new life and cheer to every living creature. The campers were quite gleeful as they ran over to their tent after the storm was well past.
“We’ll just hoist the ridge-pole into place,” said John, “and let things dry off, and then we’ll pack up.”
”
Source: Gutenberg

Portrait of Clifton Johnson Clifton Johnson,  The New England Country

“ OLD FIREPLACE
PART I
OLD TIMES ON A NEW ENGLAND FARM
A FOOT-STOVE
About “old times” there always hovers a peculiar charm. A dreamland atmosphere overhangs them. The present, as we battle along through it, seems full of hard, dry facts; but, looking back, experience takes on a rosy hue. The sharp edges are gone. Even the trials and difficulties which assailed us have for the most part lost their power to pain or try us, and take on a story-book interest in this mellow land of memories.
”
Source: Gutenberg

Get perspective with Kwize: daily news enlightened by great literature