THE CLAMMER AND THE SUBMARINE
I
Down under my great pine is a pleasant place--even in April, if it is
but warm enough, and if the sun is shining, and if there is no great
wind, and if what wind there is comes from the southwest. It is not so
pleasant--I know many pleasanter--if the wind is from the northwest,
howling and shrieking as it does often in the winter, picking up the
fine snow and whirling it back, leaving the top of my bluff as clean as
though it had been swept. Such a wind roars through the ancient branches
of the pine, and twists them, and tears at them as if it would tear
them off. My pine stands sentinel-like on the top of the bluff, some
distance from the edge, and its branches have withstood the winds of
many winters. Its age must be measured in centuries, for it is a noble
great tree; and in times long past it must have had fellows standing
close. It is a forest tree, and its great trunk rises twenty feet
without a branch. But its fellows are gone, leaving no memory, and the
ancient pine now stands alone.
From the bench built against the trunk one can see many things: the
harbor, and the opposite shore, and rolling country beyond, and distant
hills, and one hill in particular with a tree upon it like a cross,
which stands out, at certain seasons, right against the disc of the
setting sun. One can see, too, the waters of the bay beyond the harbor,
and certain clam beds just at the point, and a certain water front; and
other things in their season. Old Goodwin's palace on the hill is not
visible, except for a glimpse of red roofs above the tops of the trees.
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Down under my great pine is a pleasant place--even in April, if it is
but warm enough, and if the sun is shining, and if there is no great
wind, and if what wind there is comes from the southwest. It is not so
pleasant--I know many pleasanter--if the wind is from the northwest,
howling and shrieking as it does often in the winter, picking up the
fine snow and whirling it back, leaving the top of my bluff as clean as
though it had been swept. Such a wind roars through the ancient branches
of the pine, and twists them, and tears at them as if it would tear
them off. My pine stands sentinel-like on the top of the bluff, some
distance from the edge, and its branches have withstood the winds of
many winters. Its age must be measured in centuries, for it is a noble
great tree; and in times long past it must have had fellows standing
close. It is a forest tree, and its great trunk rises twenty feet
without a branch. But its fellows are gone, leaving no memory, and the
ancient pine now stands alone.
From the bench built against the trunk one can see many things: the
harbor, and the opposite shore, and rolling country beyond, and distant
hills, and one hill in particular with a tree upon it like a cross,
which stands out, at certain seasons, right against the disc of the
setting sun. One can see, too, the waters of the bay beyond the harbor,
and certain clam beds just at the point, and a certain water front; and
other things in their season. Old Goodwin's palace on the hill is not
visible, except for a glimpse of red roofs above the tops of the trees.
THE CLAMMER AND THE SUBMARINE
I
Down under my great pine is a pleasant place--even in April, if it is
but warm enough, and if the sun is shining, and if there is no great
wind, and if what wind there is comes from the southwest. It is not so
pleasant--I know many pleasanter--if the wind is from the northwest,
howling and shrieking as it does often in the winter, picking up the
fine snow and whirling it back, leaving the top of my bluff as clean as
though it had been swept. Such a wind roars through the ancient branches
of the pine, and twists them, and tears at them as if it would tear
them off. My pine stands sentinel-like on the top of the bluff, some
distance from the edge, and its branches have withstood the winds of
many winters. Its age must be measured in centuries, for it is a noble
great tree; and in times long past it must have had fellows standing
close. It is a forest tree, and its great trunk rises twenty feet
without a branch. But its fellows are gone, leaving no memory, and the
ancient pine now stands alone.
From the bench built against the trunk one can see many things: the
harbor, and the opposite shore, and rolling country beyond, and distant
hills, and one hill in particular with a tree upon it like a cross,
which stands out, at certain seasons, right against the disc of the
setting sun. One can see, too, the waters of the bay beyond the harbor,
and certain clam beds just at the point, and a certain water front; and
other things in their season. Old Goodwin's palace on the hill is not
visible, except for a glimpse of red roofs above the tops of the trees.
Down under my great pine is a pleasant place--even in April, if it is
but warm enough, and if the sun is shining, and if there is no great
wind, and if what wind there is comes from the southwest. It is not so
pleasant--I know many pleasanter--if the wind is from the northwest,
howling and shrieking as it does often in the winter, picking up the
fine snow and whirling it back, leaving the top of my bluff as clean as
though it had been swept. Such a wind roars through the ancient branches
of the pine, and twists them, and tears at them as if it would tear
them off. My pine stands sentinel-like on the top of the bluff, some
distance from the edge, and its branches have withstood the winds of
many winters. Its age must be measured in centuries, for it is a noble
great tree; and in times long past it must have had fellows standing
close. It is a forest tree, and its great trunk rises twenty feet
without a branch. But its fellows are gone, leaving no memory, and the
ancient pine now stands alone.
From the bench built against the trunk one can see many things: the
harbor, and the opposite shore, and rolling country beyond, and distant
hills, and one hill in particular with a tree upon it like a cross,
which stands out, at certain seasons, right against the disc of the
setting sun. One can see, too, the waters of the bay beyond the harbor,
and certain clam beds just at the point, and a certain water front; and
other things in their season. Old Goodwin's palace on the hill is not
visible, except for a glimpse of red roofs above the tops of the trees.
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| BN ID: | 2940014515818 |
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| Publisher: | SAP |
| Publication date: | 04/15/2012 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
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