Ruth Fielding At Briarwood Hall

The mist hung tenderly over the river, too-indeed, it masked the entire Valley of the Lumano-lying thick and dank upon the marshes and the low meadows, but wreathed more lightly about the farmhouses and their outbuildings, and the fodder and haystacks upon the higher ground. But suddenly the sun flung off the bedclothes and leaped right into the sky. That long, low bank of cloud that had been masking him, melted away and the shreds of mist were burned up in a hurry as his warm rays spread abroad, taking the entire valley in their arms. Farmhouses, where the kitchen chimney smoke had been rising straightly into the air, immediately put on a new bustle. Doors opened and shut. There was the stamping of horses in the stables as they crunched their corn; cows lowed as the milk-pails rattled; sheep baa-a-ed in their folds, and the swine, fearing that some other of the farm stock would get their share of the breakfast, squealed in eager anticipation. On a knoll by the river side stood the rambling buildings belonging to Jabez Potter, who kept the Red Mill.

• | Author: Alice B. Emerson
• | Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
• | Publication Date: Mar 16, 2017
• | Number of Pages: 126 pages
• | Language: English
• | Binding: Paperback
• | ISBN-10: 1544095856
• | ISBN-13: 9781544095851