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The Country of the Pointed Firs
·
Sarah Orne Jewett
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The
leave-takings
were
as
affecting
as
the
meetings
of
these
old
friends
had
been.
There
were
enough
young
persons
at
the
reunion,
but
it
is
the
old
who
really
value
such
opportunities;
as
for
the
young,
it
is
the
habit
of
every
day
to
meet
their
comrades,--the
time
of
separation
has
not
come.
To
see
the
joy
with
which
these
elder
kinsfolk
and
acquaintances
had
looked
in
one
another's
faces,
and
the
lingering
touch
of
their
friendly
hands;
to
see
these
affectionate
meetings
and
then
the
reluctant
partings,
gave
one
a
new
idea
of
the
isolation
in
which
it
was
possible
to
live
in
that
after
all
thinly
settled
region.
They
did
not
expect
to
see
one
another
again
very
soon;
the
steady,
hard
work
on
the
farms,
the
difficulty
of
getting
from
place
to
place,
especially
in
winter
when
boats
were
laid
up,
gave
double
value
to
any
occasion
which
could
bring
a
large
number
of
families
together.
Even
funerals
in
this
country
of
the
pointed
firs
were
not
without
their
social
advantages
and
satisfactions.
I
heard
the
words
“next
summer”
repeated
many
times,
though
summer
was
still
ours
and
all
the
leaves
were
green.
The
boats
began
to
put
out
from
shore,
and
the
wagons
to
drive
away.
Mrs.
Blackett
took
me
into
the
old
house
when
we
came
back
from
the
grove:
it
was
her
father's
birthplace
and
early
home,
and
she
had
spent
much
of
her
own
childhood
there
with
her
grandmother.
She
spoke
of
those
days
as
if
they
had
but
lately
passed;
in
fact,
I
could
imagine
that
the
house
looked
almost
exactly
the
same
to
her.
I
could
see
the
brown
rafters
of
the
unfinished
roof
as
I
looked
up
the
steep
staircase,
though
the
best
room
was
as
handsome
with
its
good
wainscoting
and
touch
of
ornament
on
the
cornice
as
any
old
room
of
its
day
in
a
town.
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