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Rose O' the River by Kate Douglas Wiggin

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Rose O' the River

by Kate Douglas Wiggin

Table of Contents

THE PINE AND THE ROSE

"OLD KENNEBEC"

THE EDGEWOOD "DRIVE"

"BLASPHEMIOUS SWEARIN'"

THE GAME OF JACKSTRAWS

HEARTS AND OTHER HEARTS

THE LITTLE HOUSE

THE GARDEN OF EDEN

THE SERPENT

THE TURQUOISE RING

ROSE SEES THE WORLD

GOLD AND PINCHBECK

A COUNTRY CHEVALIER

HOUSEBREAKING

THE DREAM ROOM

THE PINE AND THE ROSE

It was not long after sunrise, and Stephen Waterman, fresh from

his dip in the river, had scrambled up the hillside from the hut

in the alder-bushes where he had made his morning toilet.

An early ablution of his sort was not the custom of the farmers

along the banks of the Saco, but the Waterman house was hardly a

stone's throw from the water, and there was a clear, deep

swimming-hole in the Willow Cove that would have tempted the

busiest man, or the least cleanly, in York County. Then, too,

Stephen was a child of the river, born, reared, schooled on its

very brink, never happy unless he were on it, or in it, or beside

it, or at least within sight or sound of it.

The immensity of the sea had always silenced and overawed him,

left him cold in feeling. The river wooed him, caressed him, won

his heart. It was just big enough to love. It was full of

charms and changes, of varying moods and sudden surprises. Its

voice stole in upon his ear with a melody far sweeter and more