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A Girl of The Limberlost
By Gene Stratton-Porter, Wladyslaw T. Benda
Indiana University PressCopyright © 1909 Grosset & Dunlap
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Wherein Elnora Goes to High School and Learns Many Lessons Not Found in Her Books
ELNORA COMSTOCK, have you lost your senses?" demanded the angry voice of Katharine Comstock as she glared at her daughter.
"Why, mother?" faltered the girl.
"Don't you 'why mother' me!" cried Mrs. Comstock. "You know very well what I mean. You've given me no peace until you've had your way about this going to school business; I've fixed you good enough, and you're ready to start. But no child of mine walks the streets of Onabasha looking like a play-actress woman. You wet your hair and comb it down modest and decent and then be off, or you'll have no time to find where you belong."
Elnora gave one despairing glance at the white face, framed in a most becoming riot of reddish-brown hair, which she saw in the little kitchen mirror. Then she untied the narrow black ribbon, wet the comb and plastered the waving curls close to her head, bound them fast, pinned on the skimpy black hat and started for the back door.
"You've gone so plum daffy you are forgetting your dinner," jeered her mother.
"I don't want anything to eat," replied Elnora without stopping.
"You'll take your dinner or you'll not go one step. Are you crazy ? Walk nearly three miles and no food from six in the morning until six at night. A pretty figure you'd cut if you had your way about things! And after I've gone and bought you this nice new pail and filled it especial for the first day!"
Elnora came back with a face still whiter and picked up the lunch. "Thank you, mother! Good-bye!" she said. Mrs. Comstock did not reply. She watched the girl down the long walk to the gate and out of sight on the road in the bright sunshine of the first Monday of September.
"I bet a dollar she gets enough of it by night!" Mrs. Comstock said positively.
Elnora walked by instinct, for her eyes were blinded with tears. She left the road where it turned south at the corner of the Limberlost, climbed a snake fence and entered a path worn by her own feet. Dodging under willow and scrub oak branches she at last came to the faint outline of an old trail made in the days when the precious timber of the swamp was guarded by armed men. This path she followed until she reached a thick clump of bushes. From the debris in the end of a hollow log she took a key that unlocked the padlock of a large weatherbeaten old box, inside of which lay several books, a butterfly apparatus, and an old cracked mirror. The walls were lined thickly with gaudy butterflies, dragon-flies, and moths. She set up the mirror, and once more pulling the ribbon from her hair, she shook the bright mass over her shoulders, tossing it dry in the sunshine. Then she straightened it, bound it loosely, and replaced her hat. She tugged vainly at the low brown calico collar and gazed despairingly at the generous length of the narrow skirt. She lifted it as she would have liked it to be cut if possible. That disclosed the heavy leather high shoes, at sight of which she looked positively ill, and hastily dropped the skirt. She opened the pail, took out the lunch, wrapped it in the napkin, and placed it in a small pasteboard box. Locking the case again, she hid the key and hurried down the trail.
She followed it around the north end of the swamp and then struck into a footpath crossing a farm in the direction of the spires of the city to the northeast. Again she climbed a fence and was on the open road. For an instant she leaned against the fence, staring before her, then turned and looked back. Behind her lay the land on which she had been born to drudgery and a mother who made no pretence of loving her; before her lay the city through whose schools she hoped to find means of escape and the way to reach the things for which she cared. When she thought of how she looked she leaned more heavily against the fence and groaned; when she thought of turning back and wearing such clothing in ignorance all the days of her life, she set her teeth firmly and went hastily toward Onabasha.
At the bridge crossing a deep culvert at the suburbs she glanced around, and then kneeling she thrust the lunch box between the foundation and the flooring. This left her empty-handed as she approached the great stone high school building. She entered bravely and inquired her way to the office of the superintendent. There she learned that she should have come the week before and arranged for her classes. There were many things incident to the opening of school, and one man unable to cope with all of them.
"Where have you been attending school?" he asked, as he advised the teacher of the cooking department not to telephone for groceries until she saw how many she would have in her classes; wrote an order for chemicals for the students of science; and advised the leader of the orchestra to try to get a professional to take the place of the bass violist, reported suddenly ill.
"I finished last spring at Brushwood school, district number nine," said Elnora. "I have been studying all summer. I am quite sure I can do the first year work, if I have a few days to get started."
"Of course, of course," assented the superintendent. "Almost invariably country pupils do good work. You may enter first year, and if you don't fit, we will find it out speedily. Your teachers will tell you the list of books you must have, and if you will come with me I will show you the way to the auditorium. It is now time for opening exercises. Take any seat you find vacant." He was gone.
Elnora stood before the entrance and stared into the largest room she ever had seen. The floor sloped down to a yawning stage on which a band of musicians, grouped around a grand piano, were tuning their instruments. She had two fleeting impressions. That it was all a mistake; this was no school, but a grand display of enormous ribbon bows; and the second, that she was sinking, and had forgotten how to walk. Then a burst from the orchestra nerved her while a bevy of daintily clad, sweet-smelling things that might have been birds, or flowers, or possibly gaily dressed, happy young girls, pushed her forward. She found herself plodding across the back of the auditorium, praying for guidance, to an empty seat.
As the girls passed her, vacancies seemed to open to meet them. Their friends were moving over, beckoning and whispering invitations. Every one else was seated, but no one paid any attention to the white-faced girl stumbling half-blindly down the aisle next the farthest wall. So she went on to the very end facing the stage. No one moved, and she could not summon courage to crowd past others to several empty seats she saw. At the end of the aisle she paused in desperation, as she stared back at the whole forest of faces most of which were now turned upon her.
In one burning flash came the full realization of her scanty dress, her pitiful little hat and ribbon, her big, heavy shoes, her ignorance of where to go or what to do; and from a sickening wave which crept over her, she felt she was going to become very ill. Then out of the mass she saw a pair of big, brown boy eyes, three seats from her, and there was a message in them. Without moving his body he reached forward and with a pencil touched the back of the seat before him. Instantly Elnora took another step which brought her to a row of vacant front seats.
She heard the giggle behind her; the knowledge that she wore the only hat in the room, burned her; every matter of moment, and some of none at all, cut and stung. She had no books. Where should she go when this was over? What would she give to be on the trail going home! She was shaking with a nervous chill when the music ceased, and the superintendent arose and, coming down to the front of the flower-decked platform, opened a Bible and began to read. Elnora did not know what he was reading, and she felt that she did not care. Wildly she was racking her brain to decide whether she should sit still when the rest left the room or follow, and ask some one where the Freshmen went first.
In the midst of the struggle one clean-cut sentence fell on her ear. "Hide me under the shadow of Thy wings."
Elnora began to pray frantically. "Hide me, O God, hide me, under the shadow of Thy wings."
Again and again she implored that prayer, and before she realized what was coming, every one had risen and the room was emptying rapidly. Elnora hurried after the nearest girl and in the press at the door touched her sleeve timidly.
"Will you please tell me where the Freshmen go?" she asked huskily.
The girl gave her one surprised glance, and drew away.
"Same place as the fresh women," she answered, and those nearest her laughed.
Elnora stopped praying suddenly and the colour swept into her face. "I'll wager you are the first person I meet when I find it," she said and stopped short. "Not that! Oh, I must not do that!" she thought in dismay. "Make an enemy the first thing I do. Oh, not that!"
She followed with her eyes as the young people separated in the hall, some climbing stairs, some disappearing down side halls, some entering doors nearby. She saw the girl overtake the brown-eyed boy and speak to him, and he glanced back at Elnora and now there was a scowl on his face. Then she stood alone in the hall.
Presently a door opened and a young woman came out and entered another room. Elnora waited until she returned, and hurried to her. "Would you tell me where the Freshmen are?" she panted.
"Straight down the hall, three doors to your left," was the answer, as the girl passed.
"One minute please, oh, please," begged Elnora. "Do I knock or just open the door?"
"Go in and take a seat," replied the teacher.
"What if there aren't any seats?" gasped Elnora.
"Classrooms are never half-filled, there will be plenty," was the answer.
Elnora removed her hat. There was no place to put it, so she carried it in her hand. She looked infinitely better without it. After several efforts she at last opened the door and stepping inside faced a smaller and more concentrated battery of eyes.
"The superintendent sent me. He thinks I belong here," she said to the professor in charge of the class, but she never before heard the voice with which she spoke. As she stood waiting, the girl of the hall passed on her way to the blackboard, and suppressed laughter told Elnora that her thrust had been repeated.
"Be seated," said the professor, and then because he saw Elnora was desperately embarrassed he proceeded to loan her a book and to ask her if she had studied algebra. She said she had a little, but not the same book they were using. He asked her if she felt that she could do the work they were beginning, and she said she did.
That was how it happened, that three minutes after entering the room she was compelled to take her place beside the girl who had gone last to the board, and whose flushed face and angry eyes avoided meeting Elnora's. Being compelled to concentrate on her proposition she forgot herself. When the professor asked that all pupils sign their work she firmly wrote "Elnora Comstock" under her demonstration. Then she took her seat and waited with white lips and trembling limbs, as one after another the professor called the names on the board, while their owners arose and explained their propositions, or flunked if they had not found a correct solution. She was so eager to catch their forms of expression and prepare herself for her recitation, that she never took her eyes from the work on the board, until clearly and distinctly, "Elnora Cornstock," called the professor.
The dazed girl stared at the board. One tiny curl added to the top of the first curve of the m in her name had transformed it from a good old English patronymic that any girl might bear proudly, to Cornstock. Elnora stared speechless. When and how did it happen? She could feel the wave of smothered laughter in the air around her. A rush of anger turned her face scarlet and her soul sick. A hot answer was on her lips. The voice of the professor addressed her straightly.
"This proposition seems to be beautifully demonstrated, Miss Cornstalk," he said. "Surely, you can tell us how you did it."
That word of praise saved her. She could do good work. They might wear their pretty clothes, have their friends and make life a greater misery than it ever before had been for her, but not one of them should do better work or be more womanly. That lay with her. She was tall, straight, and handsome as she arose.
"Of course, I can explain my work," she said in natural tones. "What I can't explain is how I happened to be so stupid as to make a mistake in writing my own name. I must have been a little nervous. Please, excuse me."
She went to the board, swept off the signature with one stroke, then without a tremor she rewrote it clearly. "My name is Comstock," she said distinctly. She returned to her seat and following the formula used by the others made her first high school recitation.
The face of Professor Henley was a study. As Elnora took her seat he looked at her steadily. "It puzzles me," he said deliberately, "how you can write as beautiful a demonstration, and explain it as clearly as ever has been done in any of my classes, and still be so disturbed as to make a mistake in your own name. Are you very sure you did that yourself, Miss Comstock?"
"It is impossible that any one else should have done it," answered Elnora steadily.
"I am very glad you think so," said the professor. "Being Freshmen, all of you are strangers to me. I should hate to begin the year with you feeling there was one among you small enough to do a trick like that. The next proposition, please."
When the hour was gone the class filed back to the study room and Elnora followed in desperation, because she did not know where else to go. She could not study, as she had no books, and when the class again left the room to go to another professor for the next recitation, she went also. At least they could put her out if she did not belong there. Noon came at last, and she kept with the others until they dispersed on the sidewalk. She was so abnormally self-conscious she fancied all the hundreds of that laughing throng saw and jested at her. When she passed the brown-eyed boy walking with the girl of her encounter she knew, for she heard him say, "Did you really let that gawky piece of calico get ahead of you?" The answer was indistinct.
Elnora hurried from the city. She intended to get her lunch, eat it in the shade of the first tree, and then decide whether she would go back or go home. She knelt on the bridge and reached for her box, but it was so very light that she was prepared for the fact that it was empty before opening it. There was just one thing for which to be thankful. The boy or tramp who had seen her hide it, had left the napkin. She would not have to face her mother and account for its loss. She put it in her pocket, and threw the box into the ditch. Then she sat on the bridge and tried to think, but her brain was confused.
"Perhaps the worst is over," she said at last. "I will go back. What would mother say to me if I came home now?"
Excerpted from A Girl of The Limberlost by Gene Stratton-Porter, Wladyslaw T. Benda. Copyright © 1909 Grosset & Dunlap. Excerpted by permission of Indiana University Press.
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Table of Contents
|I||Wherein Elnora Goes to High School, and Learns Many Lessons not Found in Her Books||3|
|II||Wherein Wesley and Margaret Go Shopping, and Elnora's Wardrobe Is Replenished||26|
|III||Wherein Elnora Visits the Bird Woman, and Opens a Bank Account||39|
|IV||Wherein the Sintons Are Disappointed, and Mrs. Comstock Learns that She Can Laugh||53|
|V||Wherein Elnora Receives a Warning and Billy Appears on the Scene||82|
|VI||Wherein Mrs. Comstock Indulges in "Frills," and Billy Reappears||99|
|VII||Wherein Mrs. Comstock Manipulates Margaret, and Billy Acquires a Residence||122|
|VIII||Wherein the Limberlost Tempts Elnora, and Billy Buries His Father||155|
|IX||Wherein Elnora Discovers a Violin, and Billy Disciplines Margaret||164|
|X||Wherein Elnora Has More Financial Troubles, and Mrs. Comstock Again Hears the Song of the Limberlost||181|
|XI||Wherein Elnora Graduates, and Freckles and the Angel Send Gifts||205|
|XII||Wherein Margaret Sinton Reveals a Secret, and Mrs. Comstock Possesses the Limberlost||225|
|XIII||Wherein Mother Love Is Bestowed on Elnora, and She Finds an Assistant in Moth Hunting||256|
|XIV||Wherein a New Position Is Tendered Elnora, and Philip Ammon Is Shown Limberlost Violets||276|
|XV||Wherein Mrs. Comstock Faces the Almighty, and Philip Ammon Writes a Letter||291|
|XVI||Wherein the Limberlost Sings for Ammon, and the Talking Trees Tell Great Secrets||309|
|XVII||Wherein Mrs. Comstock Dances in the Moonlight, and Elnora Makes a Confession||323|
|XVIII||Wherein Mrs. Comstock Experiments with Rejuvenation, and Elnora Teaches Natural History||341|
|XIX||Wherein Philip Ammon Gives a Ball in Honour of Edith Carr, and Hart Henderson Appears on the Scene||354|
|XX||Wherein the Elder Ammon Offers Advice, and Edith Carr Experiences Regrets||371|
|XXI||Wherein Philip Ammon Returns to the Limberlost, and Elnora Studies the Situation||382|
|XXII||Wherein Philip Ammon Kneels to the Queen of Love, and Chicago Comes to the Limberlost||402|
|XXIII||Wherein Elnora Reaches a Decision, and Freckles and the Angel Appear||424|
|XXIV||Wherein Edith Carr Wages a Battle, and Hart Henderson Stands Guard||439|
|XXV||Wherein Philip Finds Elnora, and Edith Carr Offers a Yellow Emperor||454|
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
I read this book as part of an independent reading project at school. My mother read it when she was a girl and her mother read it before her. Elnora Comstock goes to her first day of high school wearing an old calico dress and clunky high topped shoes. She quickly learns that she has to pay tuition and buy books with her own money. Elnora learns she can earn money by collecting moths, butterflies, and insects. She does this for four years and the results are exciting. At school she learns about an insturment called the violin and is able to play it without any lessons. To find notes she mimics the sounds she hears in the Limberlost. Although the book was written in 1909, it has a wonderful plot and is very interesting in its facts. I learned that things we take for granted today were much harder to get in that time. Elnora's appearance was just as important to her as it is to girls today. In order to have a new dress,the fabric and pattern had to be washed and ironed,pieces cut out, and sewn by hand.Throughout the first part of the book,Elnora has to struggle every day to get along with her mother. Elnora knows that she can depend on Uncle Wesley and Aunt Margaret Sinton to help her out when she's in trouble. But when Elnora's mother learns the truth about a long held secret about her husband's death, things change dramatically. The book was very intersting because it's written using words and phrases we don't use anymore. It is a good source of vocabulary words.This 479page novel seems long at first, but once you get going you forget about the length and enjoy the story a lot. I loved this story and plan to read more books by this author.
Gene Stratton-Porter knew how to write a book that catches the heart of the reader. I started reading her books 40+ years ago and have re-read them many times. I had to get a copy for my new Nook. She was the first author that I put on my nook and will probably read many more times. The story between mother and daughter and the misunderstandings are classic and happens in any time period. I love the way she wrote with very descriptive phrases and her knowledge of moths and nature was amazing. A wonderful classic to read.
This is such a lovely story but because it was not edited after it was scanned, the story is hard to follow in some places. The text is missing on some spots and some words look like this E)h0$a...so that sort of takes away from the story.
A quaint country girl living a simple life, with amazing insights to knowledge of insects and life in the swamp and Limberlost. The story is also about relationships and long time suffering.....and over coming adversity. When I asked my mother what her favorite book was when she was young, she said, "The Girl of the Limberlost". That was back in the 1960's when I was a child. SAMR93
This book is wonderfully old fashioned, and can sometimes be little difficult to understand at first, but if you give it a try, confusing language and all, you will discover a wonderfull story. An inspiring tale about one girls pure quality, strength, endurance, and change from a lonely girl to a hopefull woman. i love it. My grandmother read it to me when I was young and it's been in my heart ever sense.
What an absolutely captivating book. After reading the first two pages I was a little unsure of the book, due to older style of language, and a lack of background information. However, by the end of the first chapter, I didn't want to put this book down. I fell in love with the character of Elnora Comstock....what a brave and amazing character! Kate Comstock (Elnora's mother) as well as the stintons are equally as important, and valuable to the story. What an amazing book! I have read many books both in and out of school, and i find that this is one of my most cherished reads. In my oppinion, this should be added to the required reading list for older high school students, or college students. If more people would read books like the girl of the limberlost, i think that it would show people how wonderful reading is! This is an easy to read book, in language, and in content. Don't miss this great find!
I first read this book when I was very young...it is as beautiful now as it was then, 65 years ago...a classic
a great read for fans of Anne of Green Gables-a destitute young girl discovers a way to pay her own way through high school and falls in love.
This book was my mother's favorite. A tale of a girl who collects moths in a wonderful large woods, sells the moths, to get money for school. I will read it with my daughter this year, and I look forward to seeing how well my memories hold up.
Gene Stratton Porter was my mother's favorite author as a girl, and whe wanted me to read her books when I was young, too. I hated them, and never even finished one. When I found this free on the Kindle, I thought I would give it another try, and this time I like it! The writing is dated, but the concerns of the author are still relevant: destruction of the wetlands, preservation of species, getting alond with your mother :)I'm glad I finally read it, and may try another of her books.
Wow. That's really rich. It started out an interesting story - rather Horatio Alger, with the way she suffered for lack of money and found a way to earn it. But richer than Alger, with strong emotions driving realistic characters with reasonable motivations. Then it expanded into a romance - just as rich, just as complicated emotions, just as real characters. I was seriously crying by the end. In Freckles I felt that the solutions were more than a little contrived - long-lost heir and all - in this one everything truly flowed. Magnificent. And - what was it I read at the B&B last year? Wasn't this, wasn't Freckles because after reading it I wanted Freckles...There must be another Limberlost story - yay! Something to look forward to.
A coming of age book, exploring both the beauty hidden in a northern Indiana swamp, and the beauty submerged in the heart of a girl whose life is filled with bitterness and hardship.
Gramma Spray gave me this to read when I was 14. I was entranced - and still am. I have read that Porter was quite racist in other books, but this one is magical.
This was one of my grandmothers favorite books. I love the way that Statton-Porter describes the wetlands, and her ability to write a realistic character that does not come off as a goody two shoes is incredible.
Veery good. I read this book because it is my Grandmother's favorite book. So glad that I did!!
I got this book for my 11 year old daughter and decided to look at it, well i couldnt put it down! Excellent read- redemptive and uplifting