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The Country of the Pointed Firs
·
Sarah Orne Jewett
112
The
grove
was
so
large
that
the
great
family
looked
far
smaller
than
it
had
in
the
open
field;
there
was
a
thick
growth
of
dark
pines
and
firs
with
an
occasional
maple
or
oak
that
gave
a
gleam
of
color
like
a
bright
window
in
the
great
roof.
On
three
sides
we
could
see
the
water,
shining
behind
the
tree-trunks,
and
feel
the
cool
salt
breeze
that
began
to
come
up
with
the
tide
just
as
the
day
reached
its
highest
point
of
heat.
We
could
see
the
green
sunlit
field
we
had
just
crossed
as
if
we
looked
out
at
it
from
a
dark
room,
and
the
old
house
and
its
lilacs
standing
placidly
in
the
sun,
and
the
great
barn
with
a
stockade
of
carriages
from
which
two
or
three
care-taking
men
who
had
lingered
were
coming
across
the
field
together.
Mrs.
Todd
had
taken
off
her
warm
gloves
and
looked
the
picture
of
content.
“There!”
she
exclaimed.
“I've
always
meant
to
have
you
see
this
place,
but
I
never
looked
for
such
a
beautiful
opportunity--weather
an'
occasion
both
made
to
match.
Yes,
it
suits
me:
I
don't
ask
no
more.
I
want
to
know
if
you
saw
mother
walkin'
at
the
head!
It
choked
me
right
up
to
see
mother
at
the
head,
walkin'
with
the
ministers,”
and
Mrs.
Todd
turned
away
to
hide
the
feelings
she
could
not
instantly
control.
“Who
was
the
marshal?”
I
hastened
to
ask.
“Was
he
an
old
soldier?”
“Don't
he
do
well?”
answered
Mrs.
Todd
with
satisfaction.
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