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 COUNTRY MEET 



INDIAN SPRING 



SOMETIMES in January, oftener toward 

 the close of February, there comes to our 

 winter-bound Northern States a day or two, 

 perhaps a week, of balmy, springlike 

 weather, that uncovers the brown earth and 

 sets the streams a-brawling, and makes one 

 think that verily old winter's fetters have 

 been broken. The sun has such a genial, 

 steady warmth, and the south or southwest 

 breeze is so soft and caressing and assuring, 

 that even some premature vegetation starts 

 up in the sheltered ditches and under the 

 swampy lee of the woods, unfolding its 

 tender, vivid green in a few hours, only to 



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