Read "Mysterious Doings" by Eugene Field online for free on Textopian. Full text with search, annotations, highlights, and AI-powered reading aids.
As once I rambled in the woods / I chanced to spy amid the brake / A huntsman ride his way beside / A fair and passing tranquil lake; / Though velvet bucks sped here and there, / He let them scamper through the green -- / Not one smote he, but lustily / He blew his horn -- what could it mean?
As on I strolled beside that lake, / A pretty maid I chanced to see / Fishing away for finny prey, / Yet not a single one caught she; / All round her boat the fishes leapt / And gambolled to their hearts' content, / Yet never a thing did the maid but sing -- / I wonder what on earth it meant.
As later yet I roamed my way, / A lovely steed neighed loud and long, / And an empty boat sped all afloat / Where sang a fishermaid her song; / All underneath the prudent shade, / Which yonder kindly willows threw, / Together strayed a youth and maid -- / I can't explain it all, can you?