[cks-devl] SmallCap C0mpanies in the Ne vvs

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   The text-ornament caught his eye. Still half asleep, with his sisters long-forgotten voice ringing in his ears, he remembered vaguely that he had meant to bring the second text to light. For a moment he hesitated, and then, Well, its come true for Natty, anyhow, he thought.

   His sister looked off at the tops of the trees. Finally, Surely He shall deliver thee from the snare of the fowler, she quoted dreamily.    And always the pine tree had grown, insolent in the pride of a creature set in the right surroundings. The imprisoned man had felt himself dwarfed by its height. But now, he looked up at it again, and laughed aloud. It had come late, but it had come. He was fifty-seven years old, almost three-score, but all his life was still to be lived. He said to himself that some folks lived their lives while they did their work, but he had done all his tasks first, and now he could live. The unexpected arrival of the timber merchant and the sale of that piece of land hed never thought would bring him a cent -- was not that an evident sign that Providence was with him? He was too old and broken now to work his way about as he had planned at first, but here had come this six hundred dollars like rain from the sky. He would start as soon as he could sell his stock. as most unfortunately the surgeons had opened him in the wrong place,  underthe impression that he contained a panorama, he died. The sad event has casta gloom over the whole community.and  loveliest aspects -- with meadows and  forests, and birds  and flowers,rooted creature of the woods. When he was eleven and his father went away to the Civil War, he had watched him out of sight with no sorrow, only a burning envy of the wanderings that lay before the soldier. A little later, when it was decided that he should go to stay with his married sister, since she was left alone by her husbands departure to the war, he turned his back on his home with none of a childs usual reluctance, but with an eager delight in the day-long drive to the other end of the valley. That was the longest journey he had ever taken, the man of almost three-score thought, with an aching resentment against Fate.