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Christmas Eve at Swamp's End
Christmas Eve at Swamp's End
Christmas Eve at Swamp's End
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This is a story about a young girl who lives in an isolated and lonely way. She wants nothing more than to have a baby. Swamp End is a lumber camp town and is where Pattie makes her own living.
LanguageEnglish
PublisherGood Press
Release dateApr 24, 2021
ISBN4064066146054

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    Christmas Eve at Swamp's End - Norman Duncan

    Norman Duncan

    Christmas Eve at Swamp's End

    Published by Good Press, 2021

    goodpress@okpublishing.info

    EAN 4064066146054

    Table of Contents

    THE WISTFUL HEART

    A GIFT NEGLECTED

    THE MAKING OF A MAN

    THE WISTFUL HEART

    Table of Contents

    IT was long after noon in the far, big, white Northwest. Day was on the wing. Christmas Eve splendidly impended—thank God for unspoiled childish faith and joys of children everywhere! Christmas Eve was fairly within view and welcoming hail, at last, in the thickening eastern shadows. Long Day at its close. Day in a perturbation of blessed unselfishness. Day with its tasks of love not half accomplished. And Day near done! Bedtime coming round the world on the jump. Nine o'clock leaping from longitude to longitude. Night, impatient and determined, chasing all the children of the world in drowsy expectation to sleep—making a clean sweep of 'em, every one, with her soft, wide broom of dusk. "Nine o'clock? Shoo! Off you go! To-morrow's on the way. Soon—oh, soon! To-morrow's here when you fall asleep. Said 'em already, have you? Not another word from either of you. Not a whisper, ye grinning rascals! Cuddle down, little people of Christ's heart and leading. Snuggle close—closer yet, my children—that your arms may grow used to this loving. Another kiss from mother? Blessed Ones! A billion more, for nights and mornings, for all day long of all the years, waiting here on mother's lips. And now to sleep. Christmas is to-morrow. Hush! To-morrow. Yes; to-morrow. Go t' sleep! Go t' sleep!" And upon the flying heels of Night—but still far over seas from the blustering white Northwest where Pattie Batch

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