Watch it in its prison when the sun shines forth--when, like the captive falcon in Dante, it is "cheated by a gleam"-- its wing-tremblings, and all its little tentative motions, how the excitement grows and grows in it, until, although shut up and flight denied it, the passion can no longer be contained and it bursts out in a torrent of shrill and guttural sounds, which, if it were free and soaring, would be its song.

His passion was all for nature, and his mother out of her small earnings had managed to get quite a number of volumes together for him.

These he read and re-read until he knew them by heart; and on Sundays, or any other day they could take, those two lonely ones would take a basket containing their luncheon, her work and a book or two, and set out on a long ramble along the coast to pass the day in some solitary spot among the sandhills.
With these two, the gentle woman and her quiet boy over his book, and the kitchen fire to warm and dry us after each wetting, the bad weather became quite bearable although it lasted many days.

And it was amazingly bad.

The wind blew with a fury from the sea; it was hard to walk against it.