. The long ago. :^^^.. The River The river wasnt a big river as I look back at itnow, yet it was wide and wandering and deep, andflowed quietly along through a wonderful MiddleWest valley, dividing the Little Old Town geograph-ically and socially. Its shores furnished such a boyplayground as never was known anywhere else inall the world—for it was a gentle river, a kindlyplayfellow, an understanding friend; and it seemedto fairly thrill in responsive glee when I plunged,naked and untamed, beneath the eddying waters ofthe swimming-hole under the overhanging wild-plumtree. Its banks, curving in
. The long ago. :^^^.. The River The river wasnt a big river as I look back at itnow, yet it was wide and wandering and deep, andflowed quietly along through a wonderful MiddleWest valley, dividing the Little Old Town geograph-ically and socially. Its shores furnished such a boyplayground as never was known anywhere else inall the world—for it was a gentle river, a kindlyplayfellow, an understanding friend; and it seemedto fairly thrill in responsive glee when I plunged,naked and untamed, beneath the eddying waters ofthe swimming-hole under the overhanging wild-plumtree. Its banks, curving in a semi-circle around the vil-lage, marked the borders of the whole wide were other rivers, other villages, other landssomewhere—all with strange, queer names—existingonly in the geographies to worry little children. Thereal world, and all the really, truly folks and things,were along the far-stretching banks of this our by the flats, where the tiny creek widened toa minature swamp and empti
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