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lowy branches of climbing bittersweet, laden with 

 crimson and yellow fruit. Not a bird of all the 

 summer's host had forsaken the spot. After a 

 wearisome ride along a dusty turnpike, with little 

 that was natural to be seen, except the sky above, 

 that back-road was a veritable elysium, a land- 

 mark for the old region thereabouts, which I trust 

 no overseers of the highway will venture to 

 disturb. 



Remove not the ancient landmark which thy 

 fathers have set, lest you force us to remain for- 

 ever as strangers in a strange land. 



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