ACK in the big woods, some 
five or six miles from a village 
on the Maine coast, there is a 
little lake sleeping and dreaming its 
time away. On the south side the 
wooded hills rise up and shelter it 
from the rough touch of the ocean 
winds and from the chink of cow- 
bells and the disturbing noises of the 
farms on the sunny slopes. On an- 
other side is a vast and gloomy marsh 
where the bittern bumps all night 
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