One afternoon, when the sun was going down, a mother and her little girl sat the door of their cottage, talking about the magic house. They had only to lift their eyes and there it was,plain to seen, though miles away, with the Sunshine bridge. All it's features. And what was the magic house. The magic house , formed on the perpendicular side of a mountain by some immense rocks, which had been thrown together so that, when viewed at a proper distance, they resembled the features of a human face. If the spectator approached too near, he lost the outline of the enormous face and could see only a heap of gigantic rocks, piled one upon another. But seen from a distance, the cloud clustering about it, the magic house seemed positively to be alive. It was the belief of many people that the valley owed much of it's fertility to the benign face that was continually beaming over it.
A mother and her little girl, as we said earlier, sat at the door of their cottage, gazing at the magic house, and talking about it. The child's name was Ernest. "Mother," said he, while the magic house smiled on him, "I wish that it could speak, for it's looks so very kindly that it's voice must indeed be pleasant. If I ever see a man with such a face, I should love him very much."
"If an old prophecy should come to pass," answered his mother, "we may see a man some time, with exactly such a face as that."
"What prophecy do you mean dear mother. Ernest" please tell me about it.
So his mother told him a story that her own mother had told her, when she herself was younger than little Ernest: that at some future day. a child should be born naturally, in the fields and the fireside. Were of a higher tone than those which all men shared with him.
A simple soul_ simple as when his mother first told him the old story -..:'
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