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Chapter 1 No.1

Word Count: 858    |    Released on: 06/12/2017

f the woods behind the hut. And writing things down, by way of passing the time; to amuse myself, no more. The time goes very slowly; I cannot get it to pass as

r with a coronet, and fastened with a seal. Sent from a place a long way off; from one wh

r a touch of gout now and again in my left foo

orgotten many things belonging to that time, by having scarcely thought of them since. But I remember that the nights were very light. And many things seemed curious and unnatural. Twelve months to the year-but night was like day, and never a star to be seen in the sky. And t

I have forgotten her. But I think of all the other things: the cry of the sea-birds, my hunting in the woods, my nights, and all the warm hours of t

scent of roots and leaves, the thick smell of the fir-sap, that is like the smell of marrow. Only the forest could bring all things to calm within me; my mind was strong and at ease. Day after day I tramped over the wooded hills with ?sop at my

mfortable we were. "There, now we'll get a fire going, and roast a bird on the hearth," I would say; "what do you say to that?" And when it was done, and we had both fed, ?sop would slip away to his place behind the hearth, while I lit a pipe and l

n, looking out of the window, I could see the big white buildings of the trading station, the landing stage at Girilund, the store where I us

collar, and yawning and wagging his tail, and I would jump up, after those three

t passed ju

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