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The Country of the Pointed Firs
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Sarah Orne Jewett
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“Why,
it's
the
upper
bay,”
said
Mrs.
Todd.
“You
can
see
'way
over
into
the
town
of
Fessenden.
Those
farms
'way
over
there
are
all
in
Fessenden.
Mother
used
to
have
a
sister
that
lived
up
that
shore.
If
we
started
as
early's
we
could
on
a
summer
mornin',
we
couldn't
get
to
her
place
from
Green
Island
till
late
afternoon,
even
with
a
fair,
steady
breeze,
and
you
had
to
strike
the
time
just
right
so
as
to
fetch
up
'long
o'
the
tide
and
land
near
the
flood.
'Twas
ticklish
business,
an'
we
didn't
visit
back
an'
forth
as
much
as
mother
desired.
You
have
to
go
'way
down
the
co'st
to
Cold
Spring
Light
an'
round
that
long
point,--up
here's
what
they
call
the
Back
Shore.”
“No,
we
were
'most
always
separated,
my
dear
sister
and
me,
after
the
first
year
she
was
married,”
said
Mrs.
Blackett.
“We
had
our
little
families
an'
plenty
o'
cares.
We
were
always
lookin'
forward
to
the
time
we
could
see
each
other
more.
Now
and
then
she'd
get
out
to
the
island
for
a
few
days
while
her
husband'd
go
fishin';
and
once
he
stopped
with
her
an'
two
children,
and
made
him
some
flakes
right
there
and
cured
all
his
fish
for
winter.
We
did
have
a
beautiful
time
together,
sister
an'
me;
she
used
to
look
back
to
it
long's
she
lived.
“I
do
love
to
look
over
there
where
she
used
to
live,”
Mrs.
Blackett
went
on
as
we
began
to
go
down
the
hill.
“It
seems
as
if
she
must
still
be
there,
though
she's
long
been
gone.
She
loved
their
farm,--she
didn't
see
how
I
got
so
used
to
our
island;
but
somehow
I
was
always
happy
from
the
first.”
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