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And then there's Kirbv Corners, a mere stroll ;: ""t, 



of a few minutes round the square of a rock-bound \ ,-i s -> 

 pasture — just enough to give yourself time to think a { \ 

 bit and congratulate yourself on what you have escaped. 

 All these, and several more, are vivid in my memory ; 

 friends, old and intimate. And here's another, right 

 before us by the roadside. For several minutes through the tantalizing 

 trees we have heard its rumbling wheel, its reiterating clank, and busy 

 saw ; and now, as its familiar outline looms up against the evening sky, 

 the vision seems to darken, as on that night of long a°;o, when through 



