Image from page 124 of “The monk and the hangman’s daughter” (1892)
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Title: The monk and the hangman’s daughter
Year: 1892 (1890s)
Authors: Bierce, Ambrose, 1842-1914? De Castro, Adolphe Danziger, b. 1866 Voss, Richard, 1851-1918
Publisher: Chicago, F. J. Schulte
Contributing Library: Duke University Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: Duke University Libraries
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eside it. Norhad the thoughtful youth forgotten to prejiare mysupper of bread and milk. He had also shakenup the grass on my hard bed, and covered it with awoolen cloth, for which I was truly grateful tohim. Refreshed by my long sleep, I remained outsidethe cabin till late in the evening. I said myprayers in view of the gray rocks beneath the 103 Cije i»onk 104 antr pc felack sky, iu which the stars blinked merrily.51^anflmans rpj^^y seemed much more brilliant up here thanjsaufil) ex. ^|-jgj^ ggg^ from the valley, and it was easy to imag-ine that, standing on the extreme summit, onemight touch them with his hands. Many hours of that night I passed under thesky and the stars, examining my conscience andquestioning my heart. I felt as if in church,kneeling before the altar and feeling the awfulpresence of the Lord. And at last my soul wasfilled with a divine peace, and as an innocent childpresses its mothers breast, even so I leaned myhead upon thine, 0 Nature, mother of us all! XXIII.
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HAD not before seen a dawnso glorious ! The mountainsAvere rose-red, and seemedalmost transparent. Theatmosphere was of a silverylucidity, and so fresh andpure that with every breathI seemed to be taking new life. The dew, heavyand white, clung to the scanty grass-blades likerain and dripped from the sides of the rocks. It was while engaged in my morning devotionsthat I involuntarily became acquainted with myneighbors. All night long the marmots hadsquealed, greatly to my dismay, and they werenow capering to and fro like hares. Overheadthe brown hawks sailed in circles with an eye tothe birds flitting among the bushes and the wood-mice racing along the rocks. Now and again atroop of chamois passed near on their way to thefeeding-grounds on the cliffs, and high above all Isaw a single eagle rising into the sky, higher and 105 Cijc ittonfe 106 antr ti)c JQanflmans33au2l)tcr. higher, as a soul flies heavenward when purged ofsin. I was still kneeling when the silence was brokenby the soun
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