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Out in the maple grove the snow buntings have arrived from the Arctic. They glitter like sparks. Their heads tip sidewise, their tails stand up saucy. The rabbits romp and roll and kiss noses in the snow.
So the year draws to its end. The man casts up his accounts. Life reckons up the old and turns to the new. A life is gone out, but a life has come in. A new boat and a new boy. The dories safe in the cove. The smokehouse full. The cows under cover. The mows nearly up to the eaves still. A boy old enough to run with a girl. A smart wife. A son safely married, a grandchild in the offing. And the farmer still trotting a baby on his knee! A good year, and so it goes out. And God be on this salt-water farm! Amen!
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