FAR away among the New Eno-land hills stands a large old·fashioned !v,rm-house} around ,~ose hearth-stone not manyyears agone: "-j, band of merry} noisy dlilc1l'en played-myselfthe merriest, noisiest of them al1. It stood upon an eminenceoverlooking a broad strip of rolling mfladow.:J.and, a.t the ex·tremity of which was tho old gray rock, where the golden roiland sassafras grew, where the green ivy r.rept over the crum·hling wall, and ,vhere, under the shadow of the thorn apple~tree} we built our play-houses, drinking cur tea from thuacorn s.:'tUcers} and painting our dolls' faces wrlh the red juiceof the poke berries, which grew t.here in great D,bundance.Just opposite our house, and across the greeh·meadow, wa.sa shad)' grove, where, in tbe spring-time, the singing birdsmade their nests, and where, when the breath of "lvinter wason tho snow-clad hills, Liz7.i~, Carrje, and I, and our taller}stronger brothers dragged our sleds, dashing swiftly downAbout the Publisher Forgotten Books...

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