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Text for Page 147 [08-31-1861]

	         And yet again.
wore moderate hoops, and was as satisfactory to the
sense of touch as to that of sight.     Tew carried
Mary Jane and the juniors over, boy Willy and
Arthur paddling at pleasure.  Then we rambled
through the wood, where the the sugar maple,
the oak, the pine and the fir grew tall and stately, and
where some had fallen, and their trunks were
rotting, the undersides exhibiting profuse growths
of fungi.     Anon, up a steep path and through the
trees to a field partially cleared, but full of dead
stumps, a farm house of rude aspect in the dis-
tance.  Arrived at the edge of a steep declivity, the
Tews saw their domain stretched out below them,
as did we.   There was �Uncle Richard� ploughing
in a field, the up-turned earth of which looked of
a deep chocolate-purple color; nearer, a long strip
of bright green � the maize or Indian corn � and
beside it a yellow-ochre barley or oat-field.   Nearer,
wound the little stream, and below us the declivity,
invariably submerged in spring, which also drowns 
our island.          We all shout and succeed in
stopping Uncle Richard�s horses; which is looked upon
as a great joke.       Then we descend a steep footpath
and are at the bank of the stream again, across
which I carry my pretty burden without the slight-
est wish to rid myself of it in the summary man-
ner adopted by the curtal-friar towards Robin               
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