The very thought of the pointed spruces, the feathery tamaracks, all the scents and sounds of summer, and the long, white winters, does my soul good now.

The old Hebrews understood the effect of landscape on character.
They knew most everything, those old chaps.

'I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills from whence cometh my help.' Any strength there is in me dates back to the hills of my youth.

I'd like to go back there to die when the bugle calls." Mrs.Ware had not yet come in.

Ware lighted the lamp and freshened the fire.