[The Eagle’s Heart by Hamlin Garland]@TWC D-Link bookThe Eagle’s Heart CHAPTER V 7/36
Heads appeared at every door to see the girls, who stood timidly behind the men and sang (in quavering voices) the songs that persuaded to grace. Some of these girlish messengers of mercy Harold knew, but others were strange to him.
The seminary was in session again and new pupils had entered.
For the most part they were colorless and plain, and the prisoners ceased to show themselves during the singing.
Harold lay on his iron bed dreaming of the wild lands whose mountains he could see shining through his prison walls.
Jack had purchased for him some photographs of the Rocky Mountains, and when he desired to forget his surroundings he had but to look on the seamless dome of Sierra Blanca or the San Francisco peaks, or at the image of the limpid waters of Trapper's Lake, and like the conjurer's magic crystal sphere, it cured him of all his mental maladies, set him free and a-horse. But one Sabbath afternoon he heard a new voice, a girl's voice, so sweet and tender and true he could not forbear to look out upon the singer. She was small and looked very pale under the white light of the high windows.
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