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The Lost Hunter - A Tale of Early Times by John Turvill Adams
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shivering in the wintry air, and as they passed hailed with special
looks and expressions of admiration those two fraternal elms, towering
over all, like patriarchs of the vegetable world, which, once seen,
none will forget.

"Huge trunks, and each particular trunk a growth
Of intertwisted fibres, serpentine,
Upcoiling, and inveterately convolved--
Nor uninformed with Phantasy and looks
That threaten the profane."

Thence, following the street that winds around the village green, and
greeted by the joyous shouts of acquaintances in passing sleighs,
and joining, now and then, in friendly races, they crossed the upper
bridge of the Yaupáae, and leaving the shouts and merriment behind,
struck into a more secluded road.

Whatever charms the conversation that passed between the young
people might have for them, it would not interest the reader, and we
therefore pass it over. It was such as might be expected between two
youthful beings, one of whom knew he was in love, and the other began
to suspect, from emotions never felt before, the commencement of a
partiality that was as sweet as it was strange. To two hearts thus
attached, and tuned to vibrate in harmony, all nature ministers with a
more gracious service. The sun is brighter, the sky bluer, the flower
more fragrant, the chime of the brook has a deeper meaning, and a
richer music swells the throat of the bird. Things unobserved before,
and as unconnected with the new emotion, indifferent, now assume
importance. A look, a tone of the voice, a pressure of the hand, are
events to dream about and feast upon. In the presence of the beloved
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