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66_16 make masses of crimson legumes which hang in fine clusters, a wonderful foil to the green leaves. So our interest in this shrub never slackened _ it always has some new mood for every season of the year. The pods are dead ripe and brown by July and August with their quota of hard, very hard seeds. But the sweetest of all sweet times is when the shrubs are in full flower, and scarcely less so when the crimson pods flush so colorfully in the May time. - Mar. 23, 1931. _All men, whatever be their condition, who have done anything of merit, or which verily has a semblance of merit, if so be they are men of truth and good repute, should write the tale of their life with their own hand. _ Benvenuto Cellini, autobiography, p. 1. For pure delight it is yet even more pleasant to write the story of one_s boyhood days endeared by happiest memories, days free, ever-widening, filled with a thousand bright prospects and care-free anticipations. |
66_17 Ink. As a small child I thought ink very wonderful. On great occasions and small it stirred the imagination. By ink were written out a deed to land, to pass from one man to another, to have and to hold in possession, his heirs and assigns forever. By ink letters were written that went far away across those mountains, stern [?] and snow-covered that banked summer clouds on our eastern horizon, far away to loved ones left behind in that remote region called _the States._ By ink a teacher was summoned from some distant place to come to our country school in overlordship. By ink lovers wrote letters kept strangely and mysteriously close so that no |
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