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every frost the nuts were falling fast; 

 that hickories, walnuts and butternuts 

 were waiting to be sacked for wondrous 

 winter nights to come. The grapes 

 hung purple on the vines, and orchards 

 richly-laden spoke in accents plain of 

 big red apples, cider, popcorn balls and 

 fun galore around the roaring fire when 

 work was done. 



Strange, isn't it, how the conscious- 

 ness of something vastly important but 

 previously unknown can be suddenly 

 and indelibly impressed ? Certain boy- 

 ish sports are ever to be associated in 

 memory with unnumbered happy 

 hours, but it was on the wings of a. 

 typical western blizzard that there was 

 brought to this boy the decidedly dis- 

 turbing fact that girls also had a place 

 in the general scheme; and that great 

 discovery, with all its potential joys 

 and sorrows, made one stormy winter 

 day, clears up any remaining doubt as 

 to why cold weather at one time had 

 such strong appeal. 

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