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where, and moist air built upon this all 

 other odors and carried them very far. 

 An opened kitchen door in the distance let 

 out not only a rainbow-edged blur of 

 yellow light, but the smell of fresh-baked 

 bread cooling on the table before being put 

 away in the big stone crock in the pantry 

 by some belated New England housewife. 

 With the lullaby roar of the distant 

 brook came the odor of the willow blooms, 

 and with a shift of wind the faint resinous 

 perfume of the pine wood. The darkness 

 which blots outlines from the sight leaves 

 the location of things to the other senses 

 which serve faithfully. Scent and sound 

 are as apprehensive as sight. Often, walk- 

 ing in the darkness, one may feel faintly 

 the obscure workings of a sense which is 

 none of these, whereby he dodges a tree 

 trunk or a fence corner which he feels is 

 there, yet through none of the five ordi- 

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