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Spreading afar and unfenced o'er the plain; and away

to the northward Blomidon rose, and the forests old, and aloft on the

mountains 30 Sea-fogs pitched their tents, and mists from the mighty

Atlantic Looked on the happy valley, but ne'er from their station

descended. There, in the midst of its farms, reposed the Acadian

village. Strongly built were the houses, with frames of oak and

of hemlock, Such as the peasants of Normandy built in the reign

of the Henries. 35 Thatched were the roofs, with dormer-windows; and

gables projecting Over the basement below protected and shaded the

doorway. There in the tranquil evenings of summer, when

brightly the sunset Lighted the village street, and gilded the vanes on the

chimneys, Matrons and maidens sat in snow-white caps and in

kirtles 40 Scarlet and blue and green, with distaffs spinning the

golden Flax for the gossiping looms, whose noisy shuttles

within doors Mingled their sounds with the whir of the wheels and

the songs of the maidens. Solemnly down the street came the parish priest, and Paused in their play to kiss the hand he extended to

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bless them. Reverend walked he among them; and up rose matrons 45

and maidens, Hailing his slow approach with words of affectionate

welcome. Then came the laborers home from the field, and

serenely the sun sank Down to his rest, and twilight prevailed. Anon from

the belfry Softly the Angelus sounded, and over the roofs of the

village Columns of pale blue smoke, like clouds of incense 50

ascending, Rose from a hundred hearths, the homes of peace and

contentment. Thus dwelt together in love these simple Acadian

farmers, Dwelt in the love of God and of man. Alike were

they free from Fear, that reigns with the tyrant, and envy, the vice

of republics. Neither locks had they to their doors, nor bars to their 55

windows; But their dwellings were open as day and the hearts

of the owners; There the richest was poor, and the poorest lived in

abundance. Somewhat apart from the village, and nearer the

Basin of Minas, Benedict Bellefontaine, the wealthiest farmer of

Grand-Pré, Dwelt on his goodly acres; and with him, directing his 60

household, Longfellow-Sieper, Evangeline.

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Gentle Evangeline lived, his child, and the pride of the

village. Stalworth and stately in form was the man of seventy

winters; Hearty and hale was he, an oak that is covered with

snow-flakes; White as the snow were his locks, and his cheeks as

brown as the oak-leaves. 65 Fair was she to behold, that maiden of seventeen

summers. Black were her eyes as the berry that grows on the

thorn by the wayside, Black, yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown

shade of her tresses! Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine that feed

in the meadows. When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at

noontide 70 Flagons of home-brewed ale, ah! fair in sooth was the

maiden. Fairer was she when, on Sunday morn, while the bell

from its turret Sprinkled with holy sounds the air, as the priest with

his hyssop

Sprinkles the congregation, and scatters blessings upon

them, Down the long street she passed, with her chaplet of

beads and her missal, 75 Wearing her Norman cap, and her kirtle of blue, and

the ear-rings, Brought in the olden time from France, and since, as

an heirloom,

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Handed down from mother to child, through long

generations. But a celestial brightness a more ethereal beauty Shone on her face and encircled her form, when, after

confession, Homeward serenely she walked with God's benediction 80

upon her. When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of

exquisite music.

Firmly builded with rafters of oak, the house of

the farmer Stood on the side of a hill commanding the sea; and a

shady Sycamore grew by the door, with a woodbine wreathing

around it. Rudely carved was the porch, with seats beneath; and 85

a footpath Led through an orchard wide, and disappeared in the

meadow. Under the sycamore-tree were hives overhung by a

penthouse, Such as the traveller sees in regions remote by the

roadside, Built o'er a box for the poor, or the blessed image of

Mary. Farther down, on the slope of the hill, was the well 90

with its moss-grown Bucket, fastened with iron, and near it a trough for the

horses.

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Shielding the house from storms, on the north, were the

barns and the farm-yard, There stood the broad-wheeled wains and the antique

ploughs and the harrows; There were the folds for the sheep; and there, in his

feathered seraglio, 95 Strutted the lordly turkey, and crowed the cock, with

the selfsame
Voice that in ages of old had startled the penitent

Peter.
Bursting with hay were the barns, themselves a village.

In each one
Far o'er the gable projected a roof of thatch; and a

staircase,
Under the sheltering eaves, led up to the odorous corn-

loft. 100 There too the dove-cot stood, with its meek and

innocent inmates Murmuring ever of love; while above in the variant

breezes Numberless noisy weathercocks rattled and sang of

mutation.

Thus, at peace with God and the world, the farmer

of Grand-Pré Lived on his sunny farm, and Evangeline governed his

household. 105 Many a youth, as he knelt in church and opened his

missal, Fixed his eyes upon her as the saint of his deepest

devotion;

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