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Jewett, Sarah Orne, 1849-1909

"The Country of the Pointed Firs"

"An' he's been a great
reader all his seafarin' days. Some thinks he overdid, and
affected his head, but for a man o' his years he's amazin' now when
he's at his best. Oh, he used to be a beautiful man!"

We were standing where there was a fine view of the harbor and
its long stretches of shore all covered by the great army of the
pointed firs, darkly cloaked and standing as if they waited to
embark. As we looked far seaward among the outer islands, the
trees seemed to march seaward still, going steadily over the
heights and down to the water's edge.
It had been growing gray and cloudy, like the first evening of
autumn, and a shadow had fallen on the darkening shore. Suddenly,
as we looked, a gleam of golden sunshine struck the outer islands,
and one of them shone out clear in the light, and revealed itself
in a compelling way to our eyes. Mrs. Todd was looking off across
the bay with a face full of affection and interest. The sunburst
upon that outermost island made it seem like a sudden revelation of
the world beyond this which some believe to be so near.


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