From Mark Twain's Own Autobiography, 1924.
"As I have said, I spent some part of every year at the farm until I was twelve or thirteen years old. The live which I led there with my cousins was full of charm, and so is the memory of it yet. I can call back the solemn twilight and mystery of the deep woods, the earthy smells, the faint odors of the
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