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g of the birds that changes; some birds begin to sing when others leave off. Then, I can tell the time by flowers that close

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she stopped me suddenly with a new question, and I stayed. She blushed, and asked me why I had come to the place at all?

t speaking for herself. And something about her called up a feeling of tenderness in me; she looked so helpless, I r

or me to shoot at all now. Well and good: then I could go fishing, and live on fish. I would borrow her father's boat and row out in that. No, indeed, I did no go out shooting for the lust of killing things, but only to live in the woods. It was a good place for me; I could lie down on the ground at meals, instead of sitt

she understood all t

ame has flown, and before long I have tracked it down again. There is always a touch of newness in that for me. In autumn, many a time there are shooting stars to watch. Then I think to myself, being all alone, What was that? A world seized with convulsions all of a sudden? A world going all to pieces before my eyes? To thi

t it all seems such a little thing to ta

s, I und

s a little, maybe, and thinks me something. And I think to myself: Here is a little blade of grass all a-quivering. Or if it happens to be a fir tree I

new her. So lost in attention she was that she took no heed of he

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aining,"

ng," she said, and we

he hut. A few minutes passed. It began to rain heavily. Suddenly I h

er to the islands-the drying grounds, you know. The

indeed. I shall h

she said agai

ty calves; they were wet far above th