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To find a e,

would seem as hard a matter as to find the needle in the proverbial

"bottle of hay;" the sun crept ard, the day declined into

evening, yet, hungry though I was, I persevered inhiether by chance), as froe "It would be miserable there at this

hour," I told myself, "miserable and lonely"

Yet why should I be lonely; I, who had gloried in e?

While I stood thus, seeking an answer to this self-i none, I heard so about, beheld a felloith an axe upon his shoulder,

who strode along at a good pace, keeping ti as he ca

"You seerinned the oin' 'ome"

"Hoan to whistle again,

while I stood listening till the clear notes had died away

"Home!" said I for the second ti of desolation such as I had never known even in lected boyhood's days

Home! truly a sord, a comfortable word, the memory of which