by “Katharine”

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by “Katharine”,  Letters from an Oregon Ranch

“ How he was to cross that long stretch of roof, we couldn’t see. This problem he immediately solved by sitting astride the comb of the roof and jumping himself along, in a series of kangaroo leaps, a moving spectacle, as seen upon the sharp ridge of a snowy cliff; that dark, distorted figure, half crawling, half leaping, followed by the funereal folds of a trailing Prince Albert coat.
Tom, unable to restrain his delight, called out, with true showman eloquence: “The greatest free open-air entertainment ever seen upon the Pacific Slope!
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by “Katharine”,  Letters from an Oregon Ranch

“ While this by-play was going on, I had been trying to burnish the old mirror’s cloudy surface, finding the bluish haze was there to stay. I thought of the antique mirror of which Hawthorne tells us, that hung in the old Province House,—the one old Esther Dudley so often stood before, leaning upon her gold-headed staff, seeing pass across its blurred surface in shadowy procession the pomp and pageantry of the past. ”
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by “Katharine”,  Letters from an Oregon Ranch

“ After violent struggling and some vigorous boosting, he was safely landed on the porch roof. Crossing it gingerly, he called down, “Now send up your lumber,” which went up with the caution,—
“Nail ’em on firm, old chap; you’re in ticklish business.” It certainly was “ticklish.” That almost perpendicular roof, covered with sleet, shone like a glacier. We begged him to give it up and come down; but he was too plucky for that, as was testified by the grim declaration, “We build the ladder by which we rise,” as with much hammering of nails and crackling of ice he slowly toiled to the summit.
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