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New York Weekly
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v. 23 no. 44
— page 8 |
| Subject / Tag: |
Sketch |
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New York Weekly, v. XXIII, no. 44, September 17, 1868 (Issue) |
| Author: |
Graves, Helen Forrest
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| Date: |
September 17, 1868 |
| First Sentence: |
The dreary, unimagined solitude of the winter night-how darkly it frowned above the forest wilderness of those Maine hights-how like a great black pall the midnight lay along the desolate mountain gorges, and hung over the swollen, ice-crusted, turbid streams that rushed through tangled and precipitous ravines! |
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