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Augusta's hand. Don't you see how desperately

she is struggling, poor thing?"



Strand dropped the hand as if it had been a

hot coal, blushed to the edge of his hair, and



made another profoundreverence. He was a

tall, huge-limbed youth, with a frame of



gigantic mold, and a large, blonde, shaggy head,

like that of some good-natured antediluvian



animal, which might feel the disadvantages of

its size amid the puny beings of this later stage



of creation. There was a frank directness in

his gaze, and an unconsciousness of self, which



made him very winning, and which could not

fail of its effect upon a girl who, like Augusta,



was fond of the uncommon, and hated smooth,

facile and well-tailored young men, with the



labels of society and fashion upon their coats,

their mustaches, and their speech. And Strand,



with his large sun-burned face, his wild-growing

beard, blue woolen shirt, top boots, and unkempt



appearance generally, was a sufficiently

startling phenomenon to satisfy even so exacting



a fancy as hers; for, after reading his book

about the Wading Birds, she had made up her



mind that he must have few points of resemblance

to the men who had hitherto formed part



of her own small world, although she had not

until now decided just in what way he was to



differ.

"Suppose I help you carry your knapsack,"



said Arnfinn, who was flitting about like a small

nimble spaniel trying to make friends with some



large, good-natured Newfoundland. "You must

be very tired, having roamed about in this



Quixotic fashion!"

"No, I thank you," responded Strand, with



an incredulous laugh, glancing alternately from

Arnfinn to the knapsack, as if estimating their



proportionate weight. "I am afraid you would

rue your bargain if I accepted it."



"I suppose you have a great many stuffed

birds at home," remarked the girl, looking



with self-forgetful admiration at the large

brawny figure.



"No, I have hardly any," answered he,

seating himself on the ground, and pulling a thick



note-book from his pocket. "I prefer live

creatures. Their anatomical and physiological



peculiarities have been studied by others, and

volumes have been written about them. It is



their psychological traits, ii you will allow the

expression, which interest me, and those I can



only get at while they are alive."

"How delightful!"



Some minutes later they were all on their way

to the Parsonage. The sun, in spite of its mid-



summer wakefulness, was getting red-eyed and

drowsy, and the purple mists which hung in



scattered fragments upon the forest below had

lost something of their deep-tinged brilliancy.



But Augusta, quite blind to the weakened light

effects, looked out upon the broad landscape in



ecstasy, and, appealing to her more apathetic

companions, invited them to share her joy at the



beauty of the faint-flushed summer night.

"You are getting quite dithyrambic, my



dear," remarked Arnfinn, with an air of cousinly

superiority, which he felt was eminently



becoming to him; and Augusta looked up with

quick surprise, then smiled in an absent way,



and forgot what she had been saying. She had

no suspicion but that her enthusiasm had been






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