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The Log School-House on the Columbia

CHAPTER XIII
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There are times when I am my better self.

I will only talk and decide upon what is best in life at such times as these.

That would make my better nature grow.

When I am out of sorts I will be silent-like.
Heaven help me! it is hard to begin all these things when one's hair is turnin' gray, and I never knew any one's gray hair to turn young again." She sat in the twilight crying over herself, and at last sang the mournful minor measures of a very quaint old hymn with a peculiar old history: "From whence doth this union arise That hatred is conquered by love?
It fastens our souls in such ties As distance and time can't remove." The October moon came up larger and larger night by night.

It stood on the verge of the horizon now in the late afternoon, as if to see the resplendent setting of the sun.


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