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Winton and the driver went to the
nearest Indian settlement to find the squaw who had made the other basket,
and bring her to the swamp.
If you have experienced the same emotions you will know how Douglas and
Leslie felt when hand in hand they entered the swamp on a perfect morning
in late May. If you have not, mere words are inadequate.
Through fern and brake head high, through sumac, willow, elder,
buttonbush, gold-yellow and blood-red osiers, past northern holly, over
spongy moss carpet of palest silvery green up-piled for ages, over red-
veined pitcher plants spilling their fullness, among scraggy, odorous
tamaracks, beneath which cranberries and rosemary were blooming; through
ethereal pale mists of dawn, in their ears lark songs of morning from the
fields, hermit thrushes in the swamp, bell birds tolling molten notes, in
a minor strain a swelling chorus of sparrows, titmice, warblers, vireos,
went two strong, healthy young people newly promised for "better or
worse." They could only look, stammer, flush, and utter broken
exclamations, all about "better.


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