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Excerpt from The Little Manx Nation
You will think this implies that Manxmen stick close to their island. They do more than that. I Will tell you a story. Five years ago I went up into the mountains to seek an old Manx bard, last of a race of whom I shall have something to tell you in their turn. All his life he had been a poet. I did not gather that he had read any poetry except his own. Up to seventy he had been a bachelor. Then this good Boaz had lit on his Ruth and married, and had many children. Ifound him in a lonely glen, peopled only in story, and then by fairies. Abare hill side, not a bush in sight, a dead stretch of sea in front, rarely brightened by a sail. I had come. Through a blinding hail-storm. The old man was sitting in the chimney nook, a little red shawl round his head and knotted under his chin. Within this aureole his face was as strong as Savonarola''s, long and gaunt, and with skin stretched over it like parchment. He was no hermit, but a farmer, and had lived on that land.
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You will think this implies that Manxmen stick close to their island. They do more than that. I Will tell you a story. Five years ago I went up into the mountains to seek an old Manx bard, last of a race of whom I shall have something to tell you in their turn. All his life he had been a poet. I did not gather that he had read any poetry except his own. Up to seventy he had been a bachelor. Then this good Boaz had lit on his Ruth and married, and had many children. Ifound him in a lonely glen, peopled only in story, and then by fairies. Abare hill side, not a bush in sight, a dead stretch of sea in front, rarely brightened by a sail. I had come. Through a blinding hail-storm. The old man was sitting in the chimney nook, a little red shawl round his head and knotted under his chin. Within this aureole his face was as strong as Savonarola''s, long and gaunt, and with skin stretched over it like parchment. He was no hermit, but a farmer, and had lived on that land.
About the Publisher
Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com
This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.
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Publisher - Forgotten Books
Language - English
Hardback
Contributors
Author
Hall Caine
Published Date -
ISBN - 9780365206286
Dimensions - 22.9 x 15.2 x 0.9 cm
Page Count - 167
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Author
Hall Caine
Published Date -
ISBN - 9781331985327
Dimensions - 22.9 x 15.2 x 0.9 cm
Page Count - 169
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