Yet for them the lilac renewed its leaf, And the aged elm, though touched with fire; And the dry pump flung up an awkward arm; And the fence post carried a strand of wire.

For them there was really nothing sad. But though they rejoiced in the nest they kept, One had to be versed in country things Not to believe the phoebes wept.

FOOTNOTES

[1]Cf. page 37, "The Axe-helve."

[2]Cf. line 5, page 21, "A Star in a Stone-boat."

[3]Cf. page 56, "The Witch of Coös."

[4]Cf. line 31, page 25, "The Census-Taker;" line 26, page 27, "The Star-splitter;" and line 21, page 21, "A Star in a Stone-boat."

[5]Cf. page 49, "Wild Grapes."

[6]Cf. page 67, "A Fountain, a Bottle, a Donkey’s Ears and Some Books."

[7]Cf. page 31, "Maple."

[8]Cf. page 61, "The Pauper Witch of Grafton."

[9]Cf. page 24, "The Census-taker."

[10]Cf. page 41, "The Grindstone."

[11]Cf. page 37, "The Axe-helve."

[12]Cf. page 27, "The Star-splitter."

[13]Cf. page 64, "The Pauper Witch of Grafton."

[14]Cf. line 27, page 50, "Wild Grapes."

[15]Cf. page 27, "The Star-splitter."

[16]Cf. page 44, "Paul’s Wife."

[17]Cf. page 65, "An Empty Threat."

[18]Cf. page 67, "A Fountain, a Bottle, a Donkey’s Ears and Some Books."

[19]Cf. page 21, "A Star in a Stone-boat;" and page 73, "I Will Sing You One-O."

Transcriber’s Notes

--Retained publication information from the printed edition: this eBook is public-domain in the country of publication.

--Silently corrected a few palpable typos.