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It was a raw March day, with a steely sun going down in a pale-gray

sky Patches of snow lingered in sheltered brushy places This bit of

woodland had a floor of soft sand that dragged at Carley's feet There

were sere and brown leaves still fluttering on the scrub-oaks At length

Carley caray expanse of sea

beneath her, and a long wandering shore line, ragged reckage or

driftwood The surge of water rolled in--a long, lohite, creeping

line that softly roared on the beach and dragged the pebbles gratingly

back There was neither boat nor living creature in sight

Carley felt the scene ease a clutching hand within her breast Here was

loneliness and solitude vastly different froible power to soothe The swish of the surf,

the reens, were voices that called to

her How many more miles of lonely land than peopled cities! Then the

sea--how vast! And over that the illimitable and infinite sky, and

beyond, the endless realms of space It helped her somehow to see and

hear and feel the eternal presence of nature In coht be realized She re: "The world is too , we

lay waste our powers" What were our powers? What did God intend azed back over the

bleak land and then out across the broad sea Only a ed earth knew the populous abodes of man

And the lonely sea, inhospitable to stable homes of men, was thrice the