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The Country of the Pointed Firs
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Sarah Orne Jewett
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“But
what
about
the
town?”
I
asked.
“Did
they
get
to
the
town?”
“They
did,”
said
the
captain,
“and
found
inhabitants;
'twas
an
awful
condition
of
things.
It
appeared,
as
near
as
Gaffett
could
express
it,
like
a
place
where
there
was
neither
living
nor
dead.
They
could
see
the
place
when
they
were
approaching
it
by
sea
pretty
near
like
any
town,
and
thick
with
habitations;
but
all
at
once
they
lost
sight
of
it
altogether,
and
when
they
got
close
inshore
they
could
see
the
shapes
of
folks,
but
they
never
could
get
near
them,--all
blowing
gray
figures
that
would
pass
along
alone,
or
sometimes
gathered
in
companies
as
if
they
were
watching.
The
men
were
frightened
at
first,
but
the
shapes
never
came
near
them,--it
was
as
if
they
blew
back;
and
at
last
they
all
got
bold
and
went
ashore,
and
found
birds'
eggs
and
sea
fowl,
like
any
wild
northern
spot
where
creatures
were
tame
and
folks
had
never
been,
and
there
was
good
water.
Gaffett
said
that
he
and
another
man
came
near
one
o'
the
fog-shaped
men
that
was
going
along
slow
with
the
look
of
a
pack
on
his
back,
among
the
rocks,
an'
they
chased
him;
but,
Lord!
he
flittered
away
out
o'
sight
like
a
leaf
the
wind
takes
with
it,
or
a
piece
of
cobweb.
They
would
make
as
if
they
talked
together,
but
there
was
no
sound
of
voices,
and
'they
acted
as
if
they
didn't
see
us,
but
only
felt
us
coming
towards
them,'
says
Gaffett
one
day,
trying
to
tell
the
particulars.
They
couldn't
see
the
town
when
they
were
ashore.
One
day
the
captain
and
the
doctor
were
gone
till
night
up
across
the
high
land
where
the
town
had
seemed
to
be,
and
they
came
back
at
night
beat
out
and
white
as
ashes,
and
wrote
and
wrote
all
next
day
in
their
notebooks,
and
whispered
together
full
of
excitement,
and
they
were
sharp-spoken
with
the
men
when
they
offered
to
ask
any
questions.
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