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Of Maine
"I lived in Maine like a bird of the air, so perfect was the freedom I enjoyed. But it was there I first got my cursed habit of solitude."
Of a business transaction
"Swapped pocket knives with Robinson Cook yesterday. Jacob Dingley says he cheated me, but I think not, for I cut a fishing-pole this morning and did it well; besides he is a Quaker and they never cheat."
Of their well
"This morning the bucket got off the chain and dropped back into the well. I wanted to go down on the stones and get it. Mother would not consent for fear the well might cave in, but hired Samuel Shaw to go down. In the goodness of her heart she thought the son of old Mrs Shaw not quite so good as the son of the Widow Hathorne."
Of their view from home
"We could see the White Hills to the northwest, though Mr Little said they were eighty miles away; and grand old Rattlesnake to the northeast, in its immense jacket of green oak, looked more inviting than I had ever seen it; while Frye's Island, with its close growth of great trees growing to the very edge of the water, looked like a monstrous green raft, floating to the southeastward. Whichever way the eye turned, something charming appeared."
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