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the fields.—The country was dreary, and in my
heart I could but rue the day when sentiment sent
us on this wild journey. My legs and back ached ;
every now and then I gasped for breath, and all
the blood in my body seemed to have gone to my
head, since it was impossible to sit upright in the
face of such a wind. Truly it was a pitiful plight!
But all this was changed at St. Pierre, where
the sun came out, and the road turning, the wind
was with us.
Gone were the troubles of the morning, for-
gotten with the first kilometre. And the country
was as gay and smiling as at an earlier hour it
had been sad and mournful.—We were travelling
through “ the Bourbonnais, the sweetest part of
France,” and for the first time since we had left
Paris we could look to Mr. Sterne for guidance.—
But it was not for us to see Nature pouring her
abundance into every one’s lap, and all her children
rejoicing
the fields.—The country was dreary, and in my
heart I could but rue the day when sentiment sent
us on this wild journey. My legs and back ached ;
every now and then I gasped for breath, and all
the blood in my body seemed to have gone to my
head, since it was impossible to sit upright in the
face of such a wind. Truly it was a pitiful plight!
But all this was changed at St. Pierre, where
the sun came out, and the road turning, the wind
was with us.
Gone were the troubles of the morning, for-
gotten with the first kilometre. And the country
was as gay and smiling as at an earlier hour it
had been sad and mournful.—We were travelling
through “ the Bourbonnais, the sweetest part of
France,” and for the first time since we had left
Paris we could look to Mr. Sterne for guidance.—
But it was not for us to see Nature pouring her
abundance into every one’s lap, and all her children
rejoicing