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Lighting his pipe； that was filled with sweet Natchitoches tobacco；
Thus he spake to his guests； who listened； and smiled as they listened：
〃Welcome once more； my friends； who long have been friendless and homeless；
Welcome once more to a home； that is better perchance than the old one！
Here no hungry winter congeals our blood like the rivers；
Here no stony ground provokes the wrath of the farmer。
Smoothly the ploughshare runs through the soil； as a keel through the water。
All the year round the orange…groves are in blossom； and grass grows
More in a single night than a whole Canadian summer。
Here； too； numberless herds run wild and unclaimed in the prairies；
Here； too； lands may be had for the asking； and forests of timber
With a few blows of the axe are hewn and framed into houses。
After your houses are built； and your fields are yellow with harvests；
No King George of England shall drive you away from your homesteads；
Burning your dwellings and barns； and stealing your farms and your cattle。〃
Speaking these words； he blew a wrathful cloud from his nostrils；
While his huge； brown hand came thundering down on the table；
So that the guests all started； and Father Felician； astounded；
Suddenly paused； with a pinch of snuff halfway to his nostrils。
But the brave Basil resumed； and his words were milder and gayer：
〃Only beware of the fever； my friends； beware of the fever！
For it is not like that of our cold Acadian climate；
Cured by wearing a spider hung round one's neck in a nutshell！〃
Then there were voices heard at the door； and footsteps approaching
Sounded upon the stairs and the floor of the breezy veranda。
It was the neighboring Creoles and small Acadian planters；
Who had been summoned all to the house of Basil the Herdsman。
Merry the meeting was of ancient comrades and neighbors：
Friend clasped friend in his arms； and they who before were as strangers；
Meeting in exile； became straightway as friends to each other；
Drawn by the gentle bond of a common country together。
But in the neighboring hall a strain of music； proceeding
From the accordant strings of Michael's melodious fiddle；
Broke up all further speech。 Away； like children delighted；
All things forgotten beside； they gave themselves to the maddening
Whirl of the dizzy dance； as it swept and swayed to the music；
Dreamlike； with beaming eyes and the rush of fluttering garments。
Meanwhile； apart； at the head of the hall； the priest and the herdsman
Sat； conversing together of past and present and future；
While Evangeline stood like one entranced； for within her
Olden memories rose； and loud in the midst of the music
Heard she the sound of the sea； and an irrepressible sadness
Came o'er her heart； and unseen she stole forth into the garden。
Beautiful was the night。 Behind the black wall of the forest；
Tipping its summit with silver； arose the moon。 On the river
Fell here and there through the branches a tremulous gleam of the moonlight；
Like the sweet thoughts of love on a darkened and devious spirit。
Nearer and round about her； the manifold flowers of the garden
Poured out their souls in odors； that were their prayers and confessions
Unto the night； as it went its way； like a silent Carthusian。
Fuller of fragrance than they； and as heavy with shadows and night…dews；
Hung the heart of the maiden。 The calm and the magical moonlight
Seemed to inundate her soul with indefinable longings；
As； through the garden gate； beneath the shade of the oak…trees；
Passed she along the path to the edge of the measureless prairie。
Silent it lay； with a silvery haze upon it； and the fire…flies
Gleaming and floating away in mingled and infinite numbers。
Over her head the stars； the thoughts of God in the heavens；
Shone on the eyes of man； who had ceased to marvel and worship；
Save when a blazing comet was seen on the walls of that temple；
As if a hand had appeared and written upon them； 〃Upharsin。〃
And the soul of the maiden； between the stars and the fire…flies；
Wandered alone； and she cried； 〃O Gabriel！ O my beloved！
Art thou so near unto me； and yet I cannot behold thee？
Art thou so near unto me； and yet thy voice does not reach me？
Ah！ how often thy feet have trod this path to the prairie！
Ah！ how often thine eyes have looked on the woodlands around me！
Ah！ how often beneath this oak； returning from labor；
Thou hast lain down to rest； and to dream of me in thy slumbers！
When shall these eyes behold； these arms be folded about thee？〃
Loud and sudden and near the note of a whippoorwill sounded
Like a flute in the woods； and anon； through the neighboring thickets；
Farther and farther away it floated and dropped into silence。
〃Patience！〃 whispered the oaks from oracular caverns of darkness；
And； from the moonlit meadow； a sigh responded； 〃To…morrow！〃
Bright rose the sun next day； and all the flowers of the garden
Bathed his shining feet with their tears； and anointed his tresses
With the delicious balm that they bore in their vases of crystal。
〃Farewell！〃 said the priest； as he stood at the shadowy threshold；
〃See that you bring us the Prodigal Son from his fasting and famine；
And； too； the Foolish Virgin； who slept when the bridegroom was coming。〃
〃Farewell！〃 answered the maiden； and； smiling； with Basil descended
Down to the river's brink； where the boatmen already were waiting。
Thus beginning their journey with morning； and sunshine； and gladness；
Swiftly they followed the flight of him who was speeding before them；
Blown by the blast of fate like a dead leaf over the desert。
Not that day； nor the next； nor yet the day that succeeded；
Found they trace of his course； in lake or forest or river；
Nor； after many days； had they found him； but vague and uncertain
Rumors alone were their guides through a wild and desolate country；
Till； at the little inn of the Spanish town of Adayes；
Weary and worn； they alighted； and learned from the garrulous landlord；
That on the day before； with horses and guides and companions；
Gabriel left the village； and took the road of the prairies。
IV。
FAR in the West there lies a desert land； where the mountains
Lift； through perpetual snows； their lofty and luminous summits。
Down from their jagged； deep ravines； where the gorge； like a gateway；
Opens a passage rude to the wheels of the emigrant's wagon；
Westward the Oregon flows and the Walleway and Owyhee。
Eastward； with devious course； among the Windriver Mountains；
Through the Sweet…water Valley precipitate leaps the Nebraska；
And to the south； from Fontaine…qui…bout and the Spanish sierras；
Fretted with sands and rocks； and swept by the wind of the desert；
Numberless torrents； with ceaseless sound； descend to the ocean；
Like the great chords of a harp； in loud and solemn vibrations。
Spreading between these streams are the wondrous； beautiful prairies；
Billowy bays of grass ever rolling in shadow and sunshine；
Bright with luxuriant clusters of roses and purple amorphas。
Over them wandered the buffalo herds； and the elk and the roebuck；
Over them wandered the wolves； and herds of riderless horses；
Fires that blast and blight； and winds that are weary with travel；
Over them wand