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II.

SOME ACCOUNT OF PEEWAWKIN ON THE TOCKETUCK.
WELL and truly said the wise man of old, "Much study is a weariness to the flesh." Hard and close application through the winter had left me ill prepared to resist the baleful influences of a New England spring.
I shrank alike from the storms of March, the capricious changes of April, and the sudden alternations of May, from the blandest of southwest breezes to the terrible and icy eastern blasts which sweep our seaboard like the fabled sanser, or wind of death.

The buoyancy and vigor, the freshness and beauty of life seemed leaving me.

The flesh and the spirit were no longer harmonious.