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6. Stand yourself for Tucker, taking a strong poise. Indicate tilt; spring with
fi gesture of t!ie ;irm rather than any attempt at ;i realistic picturing.
7 and 8. Her? is a chaiice for a good breathing spell, so to speak, and by this
very let-up iji tlie tension of voice; and action, make sharp a Lid distinct the antithe­
sis of tlie preceding scene and t:iis, Tha doctor will speitk in cool, calm, profess­
ional tones ; tlie yotmg girl, Limid-y, brokenly. nervously.
Make the Inst KcenR fis delicatelv suggestive as possible'—suggestive l& the
highest form of art, not the realistic—aisd expression oratory is the highest of the
fine arts. Ill this, anti for that matter in all Selections, original with, yourself or
from authors interpreted by you, take care to make yoar puinLs of thought clear h
(icfinitti, sharp. It is the keenly analytical speaker who holds the? minds of others,
No glow or"enthusiasm or flow of words can snake up for brilliancy and keenness
of intellectual action.

t h e r a c e o f t h e b o o m e r s .
[When the Government opens a new section, or strip, of territory to settlers,
none ean (inter until a certain :lay and hoar, in order that aJL may luve mi equrJ
cluince to stake out and secure the best claims. Tho ^rild mail that follows the
signal for tlie settlers to enter is described in this graphic reading,]

/'FM -IE break o’ the dawn, and tlie plain is a-smoke with the breath
1 of the frost,
And the murmur of bearded men is an ominous sound in the ear ■
The white tents liken the ground to a flower-meadow embossed

B y the bloom of tlie daisy sweet, for a sign that June is here.

They are faring from, countless camps, afoot or ahorse, may be,
The blood of many a folk may flow in their bounding veins,
But, stung by the age-old lust for land and for liberty,
They have ridden or run or rolled in the mile-engulfing train*.

More than the love of loot, mightier than woman’s lure,
The passion that speeds them on, the hope that is in their breast;
They think to possess the soil, to have and to ho'd it wnre,
To make it give forth of fruit in this; garden wide of the West.

But seel It is sun-up now, and six hours lienee is noon;
The crowd grows thick as Lite dust that muffles the roads this w ay;
The blad-deg stays from h is cart's, the sung-man ceases his tune.
And the gray-haired parson deems it ks idle to preach and pray,