Barn doors and byways . t fits into a barn-door vista,a topaz in a setting of golden hay. When youwalk up from the wide meadows, the shaggyslopes of Cannon and Kinsman bearing down BARN DOORS 19 upon you, the sensation of space and height onall your senses, and look at Moosilauke throughthe barn, it is as if your spacious landscape wereviewed through the wrong end of a spy mountain has become a miniature. But itis a miniature clear in outline, perfect in detail,bursting in through the dusty gloom. So I was viewing it the other morning and re-flecting on the barn-door vistas of other
Barn doors and byways . t fits into a barn-door vista,a topaz in a setting of golden hay. When youwalk up from the wide meadows, the shaggyslopes of Cannon and Kinsman bearing down BARN DOORS 19 upon you, the sensation of space and height onall your senses, and look at Moosilauke throughthe barn, it is as if your spacious landscape wereviewed through the wrong end of a spy mountain has become a miniature. But itis a miniature clear in outline, perfect in detail,bursting in through the dusty gloom. So I was viewing it the other morning and re-flecting on the barn-door vistas of other days,when a voice roused me. I wondered how longit would be, said the voice, before you discov-ered it. Only long enough to let you find it first, Ianswered. Do you remember — Do I remember ? — the voice was close tome now. Why do you think I chose thisplace? But you never mentioned it. The voice was very close now. Ah! it said, if I had had to I — I — O, never let me haveto, never, never! I think I never v ^^^mm^^^-^
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