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out to the country where there | out to the country where there were apple blossoms | ||
and violets and millions of white | and violets and millions of white trilliums. | ||
Everything was to be different. | Everything was to be different. | ||
Chapter Two | Chapter Two | ||
The North Shore, now an extended | The North Shore, now an extended series | ||
of rather opulent suburbs where comfortable | of rather opulent suburbs where comfortable | ||
houses half buried | houses half buried in shade trees & flowering shrubs | ||
line the streets, hang over the wooded ravines | line the streets, hang over the wooded ravines | ||
and look from the | and look from the bluff at the level reaches | ||
of Lake Michigan below them, was hardly | of Lake Michigan below them, was hardly | ||
settled at all when we left the city to go out | settled at all when we left the city to go out | ||
and live in the new house in Hubbard Woods. | and live in the new house in Hubbard Woods. | ||
The ravines were deep and winding, made we | The ravines were deep and winding, made we | ||
were told by the | were told by the rain water draining off toward | ||
the lake at the foot of Hubbard Hill. They | the lake at the foot of Hubbard Hill. They | ||
were full of hepaticas and violets, also of | were full of hepaticas and violets, also of Indians | ||
whose campfires and council rocks could be | whose campfires and council rocks could be | ||
found by those white men who had eyes to | found by those white men who had eyes to | ||
see. Pocahontas lived there with her | see. Pocahontas lived there with her mother, | ||
Revision as of 03:42, 9 July 2021
out to the country where there were apple blossoms and violets and millions of white trilliums. Everything was to be different.
Chapter Two
The North Shore, now an extended series of rather opulent suburbs where comfortable houses half buried in shade trees & flowering shrubs line the streets, hang over the wooded ravines and look from the bluff at the level reaches of Lake Michigan below them, was hardly settled at all when we left the city to go out and live in the new house in Hubbard Woods. The ravines were deep and winding, made we were told by the rain water draining off toward the lake at the foot of Hubbard Hill. They were full of hepaticas and violets, also of Indians whose campfires and council rocks could be found by those white men who had eyes to see. Pocahontas lived there with her mother,