Sometimes I had a companion in my fishing, who came through the

village to my house from the other side of the town, and the

catching of the dinner was as much a social exercise as the eating

of it.

Hermit. I wonder what the world is doing now. I have not heard

so much as a locust over the sweet-fern these three hours. The

pigeons are all asleep upon their roosts -- no flutter from them.

Was that a farmers noon horn which sounded from beyond the woods

just now? The hands are coming in to boiled salt beef and cider and

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