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31250	Packard, Winthrop	Old Plymouth Trails			.txt	text/plain	75479	3599	81	Like the deer and the wild fowl the old trails care little for I like to think that the sweet curve of the old moon's slender little the eye learns to discriminate in winter greens and to know fragrance that the little winds of the woods sometimes carry far Pines are the great, deep-breasted mothers of the woods, giving long the home of mighty pine trees where it was no uncommon thing inches, yet great old trees stand alone in pasture and on hilltop, Old orchards grow up to pasture and woodland and the trees No tree gives more beauty to the wildest of New England woods Bird songs come to me from the trees overhead, far and air the pine woods were so friendly a place that all the birds abundant wood in the half century old pasture pine it is of little On days and nights in the old-fashioned winters, when	./cache/31250.txt	./txt/31250.txt