IX: Round Robin Hood's Barn 



I AM not one who would see the sun rise daily 

 from beyond a new horizon or set behind a 

 different verge. When it dawns above the dis- 

 tant city, I consider that it is but turning in the 

 proper groove; and when it disappears behind 

 a ridge of cedars, I feel that it has finished out 

 its proper circuit and gone becomingly to rest. 

 Neither do I wish to-morrow's gift to be fresh 

 woods and pastures new. I would far rather 

 have the warm security of pasturelands with 

 which I am familiar and, with none of the ex- 



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