Aaron's Rod: Original Text

By: Lawrence, D. H.

There was a large, brilliant evening star in the early twilight, and underfoot the earth was half frozen. It was Christmas Eve. Also the War was over, and there was a sense of relief that was almost a new menace. A man felt the violence of the nightmare released now into the general air. Also there had been another wrangle among the men on the pit-bank that evening. Aaron Sisson was the last man on the little black railway-line climbing the hill home from work. He was late because he had attended a meeting of the men on the bank. He was secretary to the Miners Union for his colliery, and had heard a good deal of silly wrangling that left him nettled. He strode over a stile, crossed two fields, strode another stile, and was in the long road of colliers' dwellings. Just across was his own house: he had built it himself. He went through the little gate, up past the side of the house to the back. There he hung a moment, glancing down the dark, wintry garden. "My father-my father's come " cried a child's excited voice, and two little girls in white pinafores ran out in front of his legs. "Father, shall you set the Christmas Tree?" they cried. "We've got one " "Afore I have my dinner?" he answered amiably. "Set it now. Set it now.-We got it through Fred Alton."

• Format: Paperback
• Language: English
• ISBN: B087HD1SGF
• ISBN13: 9798639280092
• Release Date: January 1
• Publisher: Independently Published
• Length: 232 Pages
• Weight: 0.76 lbs.
• Dimensions: 0.5" x 6.0" x 9.0"