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and ravine to reverberate with his deep voice or heavy 

 tread ? 



The time may come I do not wish to see it when these 

 broad acres will possess mills and factories, daily disgorg- 

 ing their inky smoke into the pure azure heavens, or their 

 thousands of unwashed mortality over what now is a flower- 

 studded prairie. 



Manchester doubtleafr is charming to the factory owner, 

 for well is he aware that every throb of its machinery, 

 every grunt of it's boilers, tells the constant tale : money, 

 money, money. Possibly, not being a recipient of the lucre 

 these never-tiring engines coin, I prefer the landscape when 

 free from such evidences of man's industry. 



