Chapter III · Chapter 3

used before a singular noun to mean one of a group, when it is not a particular one

From this reading One understands that the tree once was a sapling, and conversely we know that the child will be a man and the gaunt sapling stuck in the earth in time will become a great spreading tree.

on the subject of; concerning

From this reading So though men tell us, and grow black in the face with the vehemence of telling, that the Sycamore Ridge of the sixties--a gray smudge of unpainted wooden houses bordering the Santa Fe trail, with the street merging into the sunflowers a block either way from the pump,--is the town that now lies hidden in the elm forest, with its thirty miles of paving and its scores of acres of wide velvet lawns, with its parks wherein fountains play, guarded by cannon discarded by the pride of modern war, with the court-house on the brink of the hill that once was far west of the town and with twenty-two thousand people whizzing around in trolleys, rattling about in buggies or scooting down the shady avenues in motor-cars--whatever the records may show, the real truth we know; the towns are not the same; the miracle of growth cannot fool us.

extensive landed property (especially in the country) retained by the owner for his own use

From this reading So though men tell us, and grow black in the face with the vehemence of telling, that the Sycamore Ridge of the sixties--a gray smudge of unpainted wooden houses bordering the Santa Fe trail, with the street merging into the sunflowers a block either way from the pump,--is the town that now lies hidden in the elm forest, with its thirty miles of paving and its scores of acres of wide velvet lawns, with its parks wherein fountains play, guarded by cannon discarded by the pride of modern war, with the court-house on the brink of the hill that once was far west of the town and with twenty-two thousand people whizzing around in trolleys, rattling about in buggies or scooting down the shady avenues in motor-cars--whatever the records may show, the real truth we know; the towns are not the same; the miracle of growth cannot fool us.

used to join words or parts of a sentence that go together

From this reading One understands that the tree once was a sapling, and conversely we know that the child will be a man and the gaunt sapling stuck in the earth in time will become a great spreading tree.

the form of “be” used with you, we, they, or a plural noun

From this reading The changes of time are hard to realize.

surrounding, or on every side of, something

From this reading So though men tell us, and grow black in the face with the vehemence of telling, that the Sycamore Ridge of the sixties--a gray smudge of unpainted wooden houses bordering the Santa Fe trail, with the street merging into the sunflowers a block either way from the pump,--is the town that now lies hidden in the elm forest, with its thirty miles of paving and its scores of acres of wide velvet lawns, with its parks wherein fountains play, guarded by cannon discarded by the pride of modern war, with the court-house on the brink of the hill that once was far west of the town and with twenty-two thousand people whizzing around in trolleys, rattling about in buggies or scooting down the shady avenues in motor-cars--whatever the records may show, the real truth we know; the towns are not the same; the miracle of growth cannot fool us.

plural of “avenue” — a line of approach

From this reading So though men tell us, and grow black in the face with the vehemence of telling, that the Sycamore Ridge of the sixties--a gray smudge of unpainted wooden houses bordering the Santa Fe trail, with the street merging into the sunflowers a block either way from the pump,--is the town that now lies hidden in the elm forest, with its thirty miles of paving and its scores of acres of wide velvet lawns, with its parks wherein fountains play, guarded by cannon discarded by the pride of modern war, with the court-house on the brink of the hill that once was far west of the town and with twenty-two thousand people whizzing around in trolleys, rattling about in buggies or scooting down the shady avenues in motor-cars--whatever the records may show, the real truth we know; the towns are not the same; the miracle of growth cannot fool us.

used with a past participle to form the passive, or with -ing for continuous tenses

From this reading One understands that the tree once was a sapling, and conversely we know that the child will be a man and the gaunt sapling stuck in the earth in time will become a great spreading tree.

enter or assume a certain state or condition

From this reading One understands that the tree once was a sapling, and conversely we know that the child will be a man and the gaunt sapling stuck in the earth in time will become a great spreading tree.

being of the achromatic color of maximum darkness; having little or no hue owing to absorption of almost all incident light

From this reading So though men tell us, and grow black in the face with the vehemence of telling, that the Sycamore Ridge of the sixties--a gray smudge of unpainted wooden houses bordering the Santa Fe trail, with the street merging into the sunflowers a block either way from the pump,--is the town that now lies hidden in the elm forest, with its thirty miles of paving and its scores of acres of wide velvet lawns, with its parks wherein fountains play, guarded by cannon discarded by the pride of modern war, with the court-house on the brink of the hill that once was far west of the town and with twenty-two thousand people whizzing around in trolleys, rattling about in buggies or scooting down the shady avenues in motor-cars--whatever the records may show, the real truth we know; the towns are not the same; the miracle of growth cannot fool us.

a solid piece of something (usually having flat rectangular sides)

From this reading So though men tell us, and grow black in the face with the vehemence of telling, that the Sycamore Ridge of the sixties--a gray smudge of unpainted wooden houses bordering the Santa Fe trail, with the street merging into the sunflowers a block either way from the pump,--is the town that now lies hidden in the elm forest, with its thirty miles of paving and its scores of acres of wide velvet lawns, with its parks wherein fountains play, guarded by cannon discarded by the pride of modern war, with the court-house on the brink of the hill that once was far west of the town and with twenty-two thousand people whizzing around in trolleys, rattling about in buggies or scooting down the shady avenues in motor-cars--whatever the records may show, the real truth we know; the towns are not the same; the miracle of growth cannot fool us.

-ing form of “border” — extend on all sides of simultaneously; encircle

From this reading So though men tell us, and grow black in the face with the vehemence of telling, that the Sycamore Ridge of the sixties--a gray smudge of unpainted wooden houses bordering the Santa Fe trail, with the street merging into the sunflowers a block either way from the pump,--is the town that now lies hidden in the elm forest, with its thirty miles of paving and its scores of acres of wide velvet lawns, with its parks wherein fountains play, guarded by cannon discarded by the pride of modern war, with the court-house on the brink of the hill that once was far west of the town and with twenty-two thousand people whizzing around in trolleys, rattling about in buggies or scooting down the shady avenues in motor-cars--whatever the records may show, the real truth we know; the towns are not the same; the miracle of growth cannot fool us.

a region marking a boundary

From this reading So though men tell us, and grow black in the face with the vehemence of telling, that the Sycamore Ridge of the sixties--a gray smudge of unpainted wooden houses bordering the Santa Fe trail, with the street merging into the sunflowers a block either way from the pump,--is the town that now lies hidden in the elm forest, with its thirty miles of paving and its scores of acres of wide velvet lawns, with its parks wherein fountains play, guarded by cannon discarded by the pride of modern war, with the court-house on the brink of the hill that once was far west of the town and with twenty-two thousand people whizzing around in trolleys, rattling about in buggies or scooting down the shady avenues in motor-cars--whatever the records may show, the real truth we know; the towns are not the same; the miracle of growth cannot fool us.

plural of “buggy” — a small lightweight carriage; drawn by a single horse

From this reading So though men tell us, and grow black in the face with the vehemence of telling, that the Sycamore Ridge of the sixties--a gray smudge of unpainted wooden houses bordering the Santa Fe trail, with the street merging into the sunflowers a block either way from the pump,--is the town that now lies hidden in the elm forest, with its thirty miles of paving and its scores of acres of wide velvet lawns, with its parks wherein fountains play, guarded by cannon discarded by the pride of modern war, with the court-house on the brink of the hill that once was far west of the town and with twenty-two thousand people whizzing around in trolleys, rattling about in buggies or scooting down the shady avenues in motor-cars--whatever the records may show, the real truth we know; the towns are not the same; the miracle of growth cannot fool us.

used to introduce something that contrasts with what came before

From this reading But the miracle of growth passes not merely our understanding, but our imagination.

showing who or what does the action

From this reading So though men tell us, and grow black in the face with the vehemence of telling, that the Sycamore Ridge of the sixties--a gray smudge of unpainted wooden houses bordering the Santa Fe trail, with the street merging into the sunflowers a block either way from the pump,--is the town that now lies hidden in the elm forest, with its thirty miles of paving and its scores of acres of wide velvet lawns, with its parks wherein fountains play, guarded by cannon discarded by the pride of modern war, with the court-house on the brink of the hill that once was far west of the town and with twenty-two thousand people whizzing around in trolleys, rattling about in buggies or scooting down the shady avenues in motor-cars--whatever the records may show, the real truth we know; the towns are not the same; the miracle of growth cannot fool us.

a large artillery gun that is usually on wheels

From this reading So though men tell us, and grow black in the face with the vehemence of telling, that the Sycamore Ridge of the sixties--a gray smudge of unpainted wooden houses bordering the Santa Fe trail, with the street merging into the sunflowers a block either way from the pump,--is the town that now lies hidden in the elm forest, with its thirty miles of paving and its scores of acres of wide velvet lawns, with its parks wherein fountains play, guarded by cannon discarded by the pride of modern war, with the court-house on the brink of the hill that once was far west of the town and with twenty-two thousand people whizzing around in trolleys, rattling about in buggies or scooting down the shady avenues in motor-cars--whatever the records may show, the real truth we know; the towns are not the same; the miracle of growth cannot fool us.

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From this reading So though men tell us, and grow black in the face with the vehemence of telling, that the Sycamore Ridge of the sixties--a gray smudge of unpainted wooden houses bordering the Santa Fe trail, with the street merging into the sunflowers a block either way from the pump,--is the town that now lies hidden in the elm forest, with its thirty miles of paving and its scores of acres of wide velvet lawns, with its parks wherein fountains play, guarded by cannon discarded by the pride of modern war, with the court-house on the brink of the hill that once was far west of the town and with twenty-two thousand people whizzing around in trolleys, rattling about in buggies or scooting down the shady avenues in motor-cars--whatever the records may show, the real truth we know; the towns are not the same; the miracle of growth cannot fool us.

plural of “change” — an event that occurs when something passes from one state or phase to another

From this reading The changes of time are hard to realize.

a young person of either sex

From this reading One understands that the tree once was a sapling, and conversely we know that the child will be a man and the gaunt sapling stuck in the earth in time will become a great spreading tree.

with the terms of the relation reversed

From this reading One understands that the tree once was a sapling, and conversely we know that the child will be a man and the gaunt sapling stuck in the earth in time will become a great spreading tree.

education imparted in a series of lessons or meetings

From this reading One knows, of course, that the old man once was young.

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From this reading So though men tell us, and grow black in the face with the vehemence of telling, that the Sycamore Ridge of the sixties--a gray smudge of unpainted wooden houses bordering the Santa Fe trail, with the street merging into the sunflowers a block either way from the pump,--is the town that now lies hidden in the elm forest, with its thirty miles of paving and its scores of acres of wide velvet lawns, with its parks wherein fountains play, guarded by cannon discarded by the pride of modern war, with the court-house on the brink of the hill that once was far west of the town and with twenty-two thousand people whizzing around in trolleys, rattling about in buggies or scooting down the shady avenues in motor-cars--whatever the records may show, the real truth we know; the towns are not the same; the miracle of growth cannot fool us.

thrown away

From this reading So though men tell us, and grow black in the face with the vehemence of telling, that the Sycamore Ridge of the sixties--a gray smudge of unpainted wooden houses bordering the Santa Fe trail, with the street merging into the sunflowers a block either way from the pump,--is the town that now lies hidden in the elm forest, with its thirty miles of paving and its scores of acres of wide velvet lawns, with its parks wherein fountains play, guarded by cannon discarded by the pride of modern war, with the court-house on the brink of the hill that once was far west of the town and with twenty-two thousand people whizzing around in trolleys, rattling about in buggies or scooting down the shady avenues in motor-cars--whatever the records may show, the real truth we know; the towns are not the same; the miracle of growth cannot fool us.

being or moving lower in position or less in some value

From this reading So though men tell us, and grow black in the face with the vehemence of telling, that the Sycamore Ridge of the sixties--a gray smudge of unpainted wooden houses bordering the Santa Fe trail, with the street merging into the sunflowers a block either way from the pump,--is the town that now lies hidden in the elm forest, with its thirty miles of paving and its scores of acres of wide velvet lawns, with its parks wherein fountains play, guarded by cannon discarded by the pride of modern war, with the court-house on the brink of the hill that once was far west of the town and with twenty-two thousand people whizzing around in trolleys, rattling about in buggies or scooting down the shady avenues in motor-cars--whatever the records may show, the real truth we know; the towns are not the same; the miracle of growth cannot fool us.

the 3rd planet from the sun; the planet we live on

From this reading One understands that the tree once was a sapling, and conversely we know that the child will be a man and the gaunt sapling stuck in the earth in time will become a great spreading tree.

one or the other of two

From this reading So though men tell us, and grow black in the face with the vehemence of telling, that the Sycamore Ridge of the sixties--a gray smudge of unpainted wooden houses bordering the Santa Fe trail, with the street merging into the sunflowers a block either way from the pump,--is the town that now lies hidden in the elm forest, with its thirty miles of paving and its scores of acres of wide velvet lawns, with its parks wherein fountains play, guarded by cannon discarded by the pride of modern war, with the court-house on the brink of the hill that once was far west of the town and with twenty-two thousand people whizzing around in trolleys, rattling about in buggies or scooting down the shady avenues in motor-cars--whatever the records may show, the real truth we know; the towns are not the same; the miracle of growth cannot fool us.

any of various trees of the genus Ulmus: important timber or shade trees

From this reading So though men tell us, and grow black in the face with the vehemence of telling, that the Sycamore Ridge of the sixties--a gray smudge of unpainted wooden houses bordering the Santa Fe trail, with the street merging into the sunflowers a block either way from the pump,--is the town that now lies hidden in the elm forest, with its thirty miles of paving and its scores of acres of wide velvet lawns, with its parks wherein fountains play, guarded by cannon discarded by the pride of modern war, with the court-house on the brink of the hill that once was far west of the town and with twenty-two thousand people whizzing around in trolleys, rattling about in buggies or scooting down the shady avenues in motor-cars--whatever the records may show, the real truth we know; the towns are not the same; the miracle of growth cannot fool us.

the front of the human head from the forehead to the chin and ear to ear

From this reading So though men tell us, and grow black in the face with the vehemence of telling, that the Sycamore Ridge of the sixties--a gray smudge of unpainted wooden houses bordering the Santa Fe trail, with the street merging into the sunflowers a block either way from the pump,--is the town that now lies hidden in the elm forest, with its thirty miles of paving and its scores of acres of wide velvet lawns, with its parks wherein fountains play, guarded by cannon discarded by the pride of modern war, with the court-house on the brink of the hill that once was far west of the town and with twenty-two thousand people whizzing around in trolleys, rattling about in buggies or scooting down the shady avenues in motor-cars--whatever the records may show, the real truth we know; the towns are not the same; the miracle of growth cannot fool us.

to a considerable degree; very much

From this reading So though men tell us, and grow black in the face with the vehemence of telling, that the Sycamore Ridge of the sixties--a gray smudge of unpainted wooden houses bordering the Santa Fe trail, with the street merging into the sunflowers a block either way from the pump,--is the town that now lies hidden in the elm forest, with its thirty miles of paving and its scores of acres of wide velvet lawns, with its parks wherein fountains play, guarded by cannon discarded by the pride of modern war, with the court-house on the brink of the hill that once was far west of the town and with twenty-two thousand people whizzing around in trolleys, rattling about in buggies or scooting down the shady avenues in motor-cars--whatever the records may show, the real truth we know; the towns are not the same; the miracle of growth cannot fool us.

a heavy ductile magnetic metallic element; is silver-white in pure form but readily rusts; used in construction and tools and armament; plays a role in the transport of oxygen by the blood

From this reading So though men tell us, and grow black in the face with the vehemence of telling, that the Sycamore Ridge of the sixties--a gray smudge of unpainted wooden houses bordering the Santa Fe trail, with the street merging into the sunflowers a block either way from the pump,--is the town that now lies hidden in the elm forest, with its thirty miles of paving and its scores of acres of wide velvet lawns, with its parks wherein fountains play, guarded by cannon discarded by the pride of modern war, with the court-house on the brink of the hill that once was far west of the town and with twenty-two thousand people whizzing around in trolleys, rattling about in buggies or scooting down the shady avenues in motor-cars--whatever the records may show, the real truth we know; the towns are not the same; the miracle of growth cannot fool us.

a person who lacks good judgment

From this reading So though men tell us, and grow black in the face with the vehemence of telling, that the Sycamore Ridge of the sixties--a gray smudge of unpainted wooden houses bordering the Santa Fe trail, with the street merging into the sunflowers a block either way from the pump,--is the town that now lies hidden in the elm forest, with its thirty miles of paving and its scores of acres of wide velvet lawns, with its parks wherein fountains play, guarded by cannon discarded by the pride of modern war, with the court-house on the brink of the hill that once was far west of the town and with twenty-two thousand people whizzing around in trolleys, rattling about in buggies or scooting down the shady avenues in motor-cars--whatever the records may show, the real truth we know; the towns are not the same; the miracle of growth cannot fool us.

the trees and other plants in a large densely wooded area

From this reading So though men tell us, and grow black in the face with the vehemence of telling, that the Sycamore Ridge of the sixties--a gray smudge of unpainted wooden houses bordering the Santa Fe trail, with the street merging into the sunflowers a block either way from the pump,--is the town that now lies hidden in the elm forest, with its thirty miles of paving and its scores of acres of wide velvet lawns, with its parks wherein fountains play, guarded by cannon discarded by the pride of modern war, with the court-house on the brink of the hill that once was far west of the town and with twenty-two thousand people whizzing around in trolleys, rattling about in buggies or scooting down the shady avenues in motor-cars--whatever the records may show, the real truth we know; the towns are not the same; the miracle of growth cannot fool us.

plural of “fountain” — a structure from which an artificially produced jet of water arises

From this reading So though men tell us, and grow black in the face with the vehemence of telling, that the Sycamore Ridge of the sixties--a gray smudge of unpainted wooden houses bordering the Santa Fe trail, with the street merging into the sunflowers a block either way from the pump,--is the town that now lies hidden in the elm forest, with its thirty miles of paving and its scores of acres of wide velvet lawns, with its parks wherein fountains play, guarded by cannon discarded by the pride of modern war, with the court-house on the brink of the hill that once was far west of the town and with twenty-two thousand people whizzing around in trolleys, rattling about in buggies or scooting down the shady avenues in motor-cars--whatever the records may show, the real truth we know; the towns are not the same; the miracle of growth cannot fool us.

showing where something starts, or who sent it

From this reading So though men tell us, and grow black in the face with the vehemence of telling, that the Sycamore Ridge of the sixties--a gray smudge of unpainted wooden houses bordering the Santa Fe trail, with the street merging into the sunflowers a block either way from the pump,--is the town that now lies hidden in the elm forest, with its thirty miles of paving and its scores of acres of wide velvet lawns, with its parks wherein fountains play, guarded by cannon discarded by the pride of modern war, with the court-house on the brink of the hill that once was far west of the town and with twenty-two thousand people whizzing around in trolleys, rattling about in buggies or scooting down the shady avenues in motor-cars--whatever the records may show, the real truth we know; the towns are not the same; the miracle of growth cannot fool us.

very thin especially from disease or hunger or cold

From this reading One understands that the tree once was a sapling, and conversely we know that the child will be a man and the gaunt sapling stuck in the earth in time will become a great spreading tree.

a neutral achromatic color midway between white and black

From this reading So though men tell us, and grow black in the face with the vehemence of telling, that the Sycamore Ridge of the sixties--a gray smudge of unpainted wooden houses bordering the Santa Fe trail, with the street merging into the sunflowers a block either way from the pump,--is the town that now lies hidden in the elm forest, with its thirty miles of paving and its scores of acres of wide velvet lawns, with its parks wherein fountains play, guarded by cannon discarded by the pride of modern war, with the court-house on the brink of the hill that once was far west of the town and with twenty-two thousand people whizzing around in trolleys, rattling about in buggies or scooting down the shady avenues in motor-cars--whatever the records may show, the real truth we know; the towns are not the same; the miracle of growth cannot fool us.

relatively large in size or number or extent; larger than others of its kind

From this reading One understands that the tree once was a sapling, and conversely we know that the child will be a man and the gaunt sapling stuck in the earth in time will become a great spreading tree.

pass into a condition gradually, take on a specific property or attribute; become

From this reading So though men tell us, and grow black in the face with the vehemence of telling, that the Sycamore Ridge of the sixties--a gray smudge of unpainted wooden houses bordering the Santa Fe trail, with the street merging into the sunflowers a block either way from the pump,--is the town that now lies hidden in the elm forest, with its thirty miles of paving and its scores of acres of wide velvet lawns, with its parks wherein fountains play, guarded by cannon discarded by the pride of modern war, with the court-house on the brink of the hill that once was far west of the town and with twenty-two thousand people whizzing around in trolleys, rattling about in buggies or scooting down the shady avenues in motor-cars--whatever the records may show, the real truth we know; the towns are not the same; the miracle of growth cannot fool us.

(biology) the process of an individual organism growing organically; a purely biological unfolding of events involved in an organism changing gradually from a simple to a more complex level

From this reading But the miracle of growth passes not merely our understanding, but our imagination.

prudent

From this reading So though men tell us, and grow black in the face with the vehemence of telling, that the Sycamore Ridge of the sixties--a gray smudge of unpainted wooden houses bordering the Santa Fe trail, with the street merging into the sunflowers a block either way from the pump,--is the town that now lies hidden in the elm forest, with its thirty miles of paving and its scores of acres of wide velvet lawns, with its parks wherein fountains play, guarded by cannon discarded by the pride of modern war, with the court-house on the brink of the hill that once was far west of the town and with twenty-two thousand people whizzing around in trolleys, rattling about in buggies or scooting down the shady avenues in motor-cars--whatever the records may show, the real truth we know; the towns are not the same; the miracle of growth cannot fool us.

not easy; requiring great physical or mental effort to accomplish or comprehend or endure

From this reading The changes of time are hard to realize.

not accessible to view

From this reading So though men tell us, and grow black in the face with the vehemence of telling, that the Sycamore Ridge of the sixties--a gray smudge of unpainted wooden houses bordering the Santa Fe trail, with the street merging into the sunflowers a block either way from the pump,--is the town that now lies hidden in the elm forest, with its thirty miles of paving and its scores of acres of wide velvet lawns, with its parks wherein fountains play, guarded by cannon discarded by the pride of modern war, with the court-house on the brink of the hill that once was far west of the town and with twenty-two thousand people whizzing around in trolleys, rattling about in buggies or scooting down the shady avenues in motor-cars--whatever the records may show, the real truth we know; the towns are not the same; the miracle of growth cannot fool us.

a local and well-defined elevation of the land

From this reading So though men tell us, and grow black in the face with the vehemence of telling, that the Sycamore Ridge of the sixties--a gray smudge of unpainted wooden houses bordering the Santa Fe trail, with the street merging into the sunflowers a block either way from the pump,--is the town that now lies hidden in the elm forest, with its thirty miles of paving and its scores of acres of wide velvet lawns, with its parks wherein fountains play, guarded by cannon discarded by the pride of modern war, with the court-house on the brink of the hill that once was far west of the town and with twenty-two thousand people whizzing around in trolleys, rattling about in buggies or scooting down the shady avenues in motor-cars--whatever the records may show, the real truth we know; the towns are not the same; the miracle of growth cannot fool us.

plural of “house” — a dwelling that serves as living quarters for one or more families

From this reading So though men tell us, and grow black in the face with the vehemence of telling, that the Sycamore Ridge of the sixties--a gray smudge of unpainted wooden houses bordering the Santa Fe trail, with the street merging into the sunflowers a block either way from the pump,--is the town that now lies hidden in the elm forest, with its thirty miles of paving and its scores of acres of wide velvet lawns, with its parks wherein fountains play, guarded by cannon discarded by the pride of modern war, with the court-house on the brink of the hill that once was far west of the town and with twenty-two thousand people whizzing around in trolleys, rattling about in buggies or scooting down the shady avenues in motor-cars--whatever the records may show, the real truth we know; the towns are not the same; the miracle of growth cannot fool us.

the formation of a mental image of something that is not perceived as real and is not present to the senses

From this reading But the miracle of growth passes not merely our understanding, but our imagination.

inside something, or within a place, period, or state

From this reading One understands that the tree once was a sapling, and conversely we know that the child will be a man and the gaunt sapling stuck in the earth in time will become a great spreading tree.

moving to the inside of something

From this reading So though men tell us, and grow black in the face with the vehemence of telling, that the Sycamore Ridge of the sixties--a gray smudge of unpainted wooden houses bordering the Santa Fe trail, with the street merging into the sunflowers a block either way from the pump,--is the town that now lies hidden in the elm forest, with its thirty miles of paving and its scores of acres of wide velvet lawns, with its parks wherein fountains play, guarded by cannon discarded by the pride of modern war, with the court-house on the brink of the hill that once was far west of the town and with twenty-two thousand people whizzing around in trolleys, rattling about in buggies or scooting down the shady avenues in motor-cars--whatever the records may show, the real truth we know; the towns are not the same; the miracle of growth cannot fool us.

the form of “be” used with he, she, it, or a singular noun

From this reading So though men tell us, and grow black in the face with the vehemence of telling, that the Sycamore Ridge of the sixties--a gray smudge of unpainted wooden houses bordering the Santa Fe trail, with the street merging into the sunflowers a block either way from the pump,--is the town that now lies hidden in the elm forest, with its thirty miles of paving and its scores of acres of wide velvet lawns, with its parks wherein fountains play, guarded by cannon discarded by the pride of modern war, with the court-house on the brink of the hill that once was far west of the town and with twenty-two thousand people whizzing around in trolleys, rattling about in buggies or scooting down the shady avenues in motor-cars--whatever the records may show, the real truth we know; the towns are not the same; the miracle of growth cannot fool us.

belonging to the thing or animal already mentioned

From this reading So though men tell us, and grow black in the face with the vehemence of telling, that the Sycamore Ridge of the sixties--a gray smudge of unpainted wooden houses bordering the Santa Fe trail, with the street merging into the sunflowers a block either way from the pump,--is the town that now lies hidden in the elm forest, with its thirty miles of paving and its scores of acres of wide velvet lawns, with its parks wherein fountains play, guarded by cannon discarded by the pride of modern war, with the court-house on the brink of the hill that once was far west of the town and with twenty-two thousand people whizzing around in trolleys, rattling about in buggies or scooting down the shady avenues in motor-cars--whatever the records may show, the real truth we know; the towns are not the same; the miracle of growth cannot fool us.

be cognizant or aware of a fact or a specific piece of information; possess knowledge or information about

From this reading One understands that the tree once was a sapling, and conversely we know that the child will be a man and the gaunt sapling stuck in the earth in time will become a great spreading tree.

plural of “know” — the fact of being aware of information that is known to few people

From this reading One knows, of course, that the old man once was young.

plural of “lawn” — a field of cultivated and mowed grass

From this reading So though men tell us, and grow black in the face with the vehemence of telling, that the Sycamore Ridge of the sixties--a gray smudge of unpainted wooden houses bordering the Santa Fe trail, with the street merging into the sunflowers a block either way from the pump,--is the town that now lies hidden in the elm forest, with its thirty miles of paving and its scores of acres of wide velvet lawns, with its parks wherein fountains play, guarded by cannon discarded by the pride of modern war, with the court-house on the brink of the hill that once was far west of the town and with twenty-two thousand people whizzing around in trolleys, rattling about in buggies or scooting down the shady avenues in motor-cars--whatever the records may show, the real truth we know; the towns are not the same; the miracle of growth cannot fool us.

plural of “lie” — a statement that deviates from or perverts the truth

From this reading So though men tell us, and grow black in the face with the vehemence of telling, that the Sycamore Ridge of the sixties--a gray smudge of unpainted wooden houses bordering the Santa Fe trail, with the street merging into the sunflowers a block either way from the pump,--is the town that now lies hidden in the elm forest, with its thirty miles of paving and its scores of acres of wide velvet lawns, with its parks wherein fountains play, guarded by cannon discarded by the pride of modern war, with the court-house on the brink of the hill that once was far west of the town and with twenty-two thousand people whizzing around in trolleys, rattling about in buggies or scooting down the shady avenues in motor-cars--whatever the records may show, the real truth we know; the towns are not the same; the miracle of growth cannot fool us.

an adult person who is male (as opposed to a woman)

From this reading One knows, of course, that the old man once was young.

used to say something is possible, or to give permission

From this reading So though men tell us, and grow black in the face with the vehemence of telling, that the Sycamore Ridge of the sixties--a gray smudge of unpainted wooden houses bordering the Santa Fe trail, with the street merging into the sunflowers a block either way from the pump,--is the town that now lies hidden in the elm forest, with its thirty miles of paving and its scores of acres of wide velvet lawns, with its parks wherein fountains play, guarded by cannon discarded by the pride of modern war, with the court-house on the brink of the hill that once was far west of the town and with twenty-two thousand people whizzing around in trolleys, rattling about in buggies or scooting down the shady avenues in motor-cars--whatever the records may show, the real truth we know; the towns are not the same; the miracle of growth cannot fool us.

the force of workers available

From this reading So though men tell us, and grow black in the face with the vehemence of telling, that the Sycamore Ridge of the sixties--a gray smudge of unpainted wooden houses bordering the Santa Fe trail, with the street merging into the sunflowers a block either way from the pump,--is the town that now lies hidden in the elm forest, with its thirty miles of paving and its scores of acres of wide velvet lawns, with its parks wherein fountains play, guarded by cannon discarded by the pride of modern war, with the court-house on the brink of the hill that once was far west of the town and with twenty-two thousand people whizzing around in trolleys, rattling about in buggies or scooting down the shady avenues in motor-cars--whatever the records may show, the real truth we know; the towns are not the same; the miracle of growth cannot fool us.

and nothing more

From this reading But the miracle of growth passes not merely our understanding, but our imagination.

the act of joining together as one

From this reading So though men tell us, and grow black in the face with the vehemence of telling, that the Sycamore Ridge of the sixties--a gray smudge of unpainted wooden houses bordering the Santa Fe trail, with the street merging into the sunflowers a block either way from the pump,--is the town that now lies hidden in the elm forest, with its thirty miles of paving and its scores of acres of wide velvet lawns, with its parks wherein fountains play, guarded by cannon discarded by the pride of modern war, with the court-house on the brink of the hill that once was far west of the town and with twenty-two thousand people whizzing around in trolleys, rattling about in buggies or scooting down the shady avenues in motor-cars--whatever the records may show, the real truth we know; the towns are not the same; the miracle of growth cannot fool us.

plural of “mile” — a unit of length equal to 1,760 yards or 5,280 feet; exactly 1609.344 meters

From this reading So though men tell us, and grow black in the face with the vehemence of telling, that the Sycamore Ridge of the sixties--a gray smudge of unpainted wooden houses bordering the Santa Fe trail, with the street merging into the sunflowers a block either way from the pump,--is the town that now lies hidden in the elm forest, with its thirty miles of paving and its scores of acres of wide velvet lawns, with its parks wherein fountains play, guarded by cannon discarded by the pride of modern war, with the court-house on the brink of the hill that once was far west of the town and with twenty-two thousand people whizzing around in trolleys, rattling about in buggies or scooting down the shady avenues in motor-cars--whatever the records may show, the real truth we know; the towns are not the same; the miracle of growth cannot fool us.

any amazing or wonderful occurrence

From this reading But the miracle of growth passes not merely our understanding, but our imagination.

belonging to the modern era; since the Middle Ages

From this reading So though men tell us, and grow black in the face with the vehemence of telling, that the Sycamore Ridge of the sixties--a gray smudge of unpainted wooden houses bordering the Santa Fe trail, with the street merging into the sunflowers a block either way from the pump,--is the town that now lies hidden in the elm forest, with its thirty miles of paving and its scores of acres of wide velvet lawns, with its parks wherein fountains play, guarded by cannon discarded by the pride of modern war, with the court-house on the brink of the hill that once was far west of the town and with twenty-two thousand people whizzing around in trolleys, rattling about in buggies or scooting down the shady avenues in motor-cars--whatever the records may show, the real truth we know; the towns are not the same; the miracle of growth cannot fool us.

Dictionary entry pending editorial verification. Tap Listen to hear the word.

From this reading So though men tell us, and grow black in the face with the vehemence of telling, that the Sycamore Ridge of the sixties--a gray smudge of unpainted wooden houses bordering the Santa Fe trail, with the street merging into the sunflowers a block either way from the pump,--is the town that now lies hidden in the elm forest, with its thirty miles of paving and its scores of acres of wide velvet lawns, with its parks wherein fountains play, guarded by cannon discarded by the pride of modern war, with the court-house on the brink of the hill that once was far west of the town and with twenty-two thousand people whizzing around in trolleys, rattling about in buggies or scooting down the shady avenues in motor-cars--whatever the records may show, the real truth we know; the towns are not the same; the miracle of growth cannot fool us.

used to make a word, phrase, or sentence negative

From this reading But the miracle of growth passes not merely our understanding, but our imagination.

in the historical present; at this point in the narration of a series of past events

From this reading So though men tell us, and grow black in the face with the vehemence of telling, that the Sycamore Ridge of the sixties--a gray smudge of unpainted wooden houses bordering the Santa Fe trail, with the street merging into the sunflowers a block either way from the pump,--is the town that now lies hidden in the elm forest, with its thirty miles of paving and its scores of acres of wide velvet lawns, with its parks wherein fountains play, guarded by cannon discarded by the pride of modern war, with the court-house on the brink of the hill that once was far west of the town and with twenty-two thousand people whizzing around in trolleys, rattling about in buggies or scooting down the shady avenues in motor-cars--whatever the records may show, the real truth we know; the towns are not the same; the miracle of growth cannot fool us.

belonging to, or connected with, somebody or something

From this reading The changes of time are hard to realize.

(used especially of persons) having lived for a relatively long time or attained a specific age

From this reading One knows, of course, that the old man once was young.

touching and supported by a surface

From this reading So though men tell us, and grow black in the face with the vehemence of telling, that the Sycamore Ridge of the sixties--a gray smudge of unpainted wooden houses bordering the Santa Fe trail, with the street merging into the sunflowers a block either way from the pump,--is the town that now lies hidden in the elm forest, with its thirty miles of paving and its scores of acres of wide velvet lawns, with its parks wherein fountains play, guarded by cannon discarded by the pride of modern war, with the court-house on the brink of the hill that once was far west of the town and with twenty-two thousand people whizzing around in trolleys, rattling about in buggies or scooting down the shady avenues in motor-cars--whatever the records may show, the real truth we know; the towns are not the same; the miracle of growth cannot fool us.

on one occasion

From this reading One knows, of course, that the old man once was young.

used to mean any person in general, including the speaker

From this reading One knows, of course, that the old man once was young.

used to join alternatives or possibilities

From this reading So though men tell us, and grow black in the face with the vehemence of telling, that the Sycamore Ridge of the sixties--a gray smudge of unpainted wooden houses bordering the Santa Fe trail, with the street merging into the sunflowers a block either way from the pump,--is the town that now lies hidden in the elm forest, with its thirty miles of paving and its scores of acres of wide velvet lawns, with its parks wherein fountains play, guarded by cannon discarded by the pride of modern war, with the court-house on the brink of the hill that once was far west of the town and with twenty-two thousand people whizzing around in trolleys, rattling about in buggies or scooting down the shady avenues in motor-cars--whatever the records may show, the real truth we know; the towns are not the same; the miracle of growth cannot fool us.

belonging to the speaker and others

From this reading But the miracle of growth passes not merely our understanding, but our imagination.

United States civil rights leader who refused to give up her seat on a bus to a white man in Montgomery (Alabama) and so triggered the national Civil Rights movement (born in 1913)

From this reading So though men tell us, and grow black in the face with the vehemence of telling, that the Sycamore Ridge of the sixties--a gray smudge of unpainted wooden houses bordering the Santa Fe trail, with the street merging into the sunflowers a block either way from the pump,--is the town that now lies hidden in the elm forest, with its thirty miles of paving and its scores of acres of wide velvet lawns, with its parks wherein fountains play, guarded by cannon discarded by the pride of modern war, with the court-house on the brink of the hill that once was far west of the town and with twenty-two thousand people whizzing around in trolleys, rattling about in buggies or scooting down the shady avenues in motor-cars--whatever the records may show, the real truth we know; the towns are not the same; the miracle of growth cannot fool us.

plural of “pass” — (baseball) an advance to first base by a batter who receives four balls

From this reading But the miracle of growth passes not merely our understanding, but our imagination.

material used to pave an area

From this reading So though men tell us, and grow black in the face with the vehemence of telling, that the Sycamore Ridge of the sixties--a gray smudge of unpainted wooden houses bordering the Santa Fe trail, with the street merging into the sunflowers a block either way from the pump,--is the town that now lies hidden in the elm forest, with its thirty miles of paving and its scores of acres of wide velvet lawns, with its parks wherein fountains play, guarded by cannon discarded by the pride of modern war, with the court-house on the brink of the hill that once was far west of the town and with twenty-two thousand people whizzing around in trolleys, rattling about in buggies or scooting down the shady avenues in motor-cars--whatever the records may show, the real truth we know; the towns are not the same; the miracle of growth cannot fool us.

(plural) any group of human beings (men or women or children) collectively

From this reading So though men tell us, and grow black in the face with the vehemence of telling, that the Sycamore Ridge of the sixties--a gray smudge of unpainted wooden houses bordering the Santa Fe trail, with the street merging into the sunflowers a block either way from the pump,--is the town that now lies hidden in the elm forest, with its thirty miles of paving and its scores of acres of wide velvet lawns, with its parks wherein fountains play, guarded by cannon discarded by the pride of modern war, with the court-house on the brink of the hill that once was far west of the town and with twenty-two thousand people whizzing around in trolleys, rattling about in buggies or scooting down the shady avenues in motor-cars--whatever the records may show, the real truth we know; the towns are not the same; the miracle of growth cannot fool us.

participate in games or sport

From this reading So though men tell us, and grow black in the face with the vehemence of telling, that the Sycamore Ridge of the sixties--a gray smudge of unpainted wooden houses bordering the Santa Fe trail, with the street merging into the sunflowers a block either way from the pump,--is the town that now lies hidden in the elm forest, with its thirty miles of paving and its scores of acres of wide velvet lawns, with its parks wherein fountains play, guarded by cannon discarded by the pride of modern war, with the court-house on the brink of the hill that once was far west of the town and with twenty-two thousand people whizzing around in trolleys, rattling about in buggies or scooting down the shady avenues in motor-cars--whatever the records may show, the real truth we know; the towns are not the same; the miracle of growth cannot fool us.

a feeling of self-respect and personal worth

From this reading So though men tell us, and grow black in the face with the vehemence of telling, that the Sycamore Ridge of the sixties--a gray smudge of unpainted wooden houses bordering the Santa Fe trail, with the street merging into the sunflowers a block either way from the pump,--is the town that now lies hidden in the elm forest, with its thirty miles of paving and its scores of acres of wide velvet lawns, with its parks wherein fountains play, guarded by cannon discarded by the pride of modern war, with the court-house on the brink of the hill that once was far west of the town and with twenty-two thousand people whizzing around in trolleys, rattling about in buggies or scooting down the shady avenues in motor-cars--whatever the records may show, the real truth we know; the towns are not the same; the miracle of growth cannot fool us.

operate like a pump; move up and down, like a handle or a pedal

From this reading So though men tell us, and grow black in the face with the vehemence of telling, that the Sycamore Ridge of the sixties--a gray smudge of unpainted wooden houses bordering the Santa Fe trail, with the street merging into the sunflowers a block either way from the pump,--is the town that now lies hidden in the elm forest, with its thirty miles of paving and its scores of acres of wide velvet lawns, with its parks wherein fountains play, guarded by cannon discarded by the pride of modern war, with the court-house on the brink of the hill that once was far west of the town and with twenty-two thousand people whizzing around in trolleys, rattling about in buggies or scooting down the shady avenues in motor-cars--whatever the records may show, the real truth we know; the towns are not the same; the miracle of growth cannot fool us.

a rapid series of short loud sounds (as might be heard with a stethoscope in some types of respiratory disorders)

From this reading So though men tell us, and grow black in the face with the vehemence of telling, that the Sycamore Ridge of the sixties--a gray smudge of unpainted wooden houses bordering the Santa Fe trail, with the street merging into the sunflowers a block either way from the pump,--is the town that now lies hidden in the elm forest, with its thirty miles of paving and its scores of acres of wide velvet lawns, with its parks wherein fountains play, guarded by cannon discarded by the pride of modern war, with the court-house on the brink of the hill that once was far west of the town and with twenty-two thousand people whizzing around in trolleys, rattling about in buggies or scooting down the shady avenues in motor-cars--whatever the records may show, the real truth we know; the towns are not the same; the miracle of growth cannot fool us.

being or occurring in fact or actuality; having verified existence; not illusory

From this reading So though men tell us, and grow black in the face with the vehemence of telling, that the Sycamore Ridge of the sixties--a gray smudge of unpainted wooden houses bordering the Santa Fe trail, with the street merging into the sunflowers a block either way from the pump,--is the town that now lies hidden in the elm forest, with its thirty miles of paving and its scores of acres of wide velvet lawns, with its parks wherein fountains play, guarded by cannon discarded by the pride of modern war, with the court-house on the brink of the hill that once was far west of the town and with twenty-two thousand people whizzing around in trolleys, rattling about in buggies or scooting down the shady avenues in motor-cars--whatever the records may show, the real truth we know; the towns are not the same; the miracle of growth cannot fool us.

be fully aware or cognizant of

From this reading The changes of time are hard to realize.

plural of “record” — anything (such as a document or a phonograph record or a photograph) providing permanent evidence of or information about past events

From this reading So though men tell us, and grow black in the face with the vehemence of telling, that the Sycamore Ridge of the sixties--a gray smudge of unpainted wooden houses bordering the Santa Fe trail, with the street merging into the sunflowers a block either way from the pump,--is the town that now lies hidden in the elm forest, with its thirty miles of paving and its scores of acres of wide velvet lawns, with its parks wherein fountains play, guarded by cannon discarded by the pride of modern war, with the court-house on the brink of the hill that once was far west of the town and with twenty-two thousand people whizzing around in trolleys, rattling about in buggies or scooting down the shady avenues in motor-cars--whatever the records may show, the real truth we know; the towns are not the same; the miracle of growth cannot fool us.

a long narrow natural elevation or striation

From this reading So though men tell us, and grow black in the face with the vehemence of telling, that the Sycamore Ridge of the sixties--a gray smudge of unpainted wooden houses bordering the Santa Fe trail, with the street merging into the sunflowers a block either way from the pump,--is the town that now lies hidden in the elm forest, with its thirty miles of paving and its scores of acres of wide velvet lawns, with its parks wherein fountains play, guarded by cannon discarded by the pride of modern war, with the court-house on the brink of the hill that once was far west of the town and with twenty-two thousand people whizzing around in trolleys, rattling about in buggies or scooting down the shady avenues in motor-cars--whatever the records may show, the real truth we know; the towns are not the same; the miracle of growth cannot fool us.

Identical; not different.

From this reading So though men tell us, and grow black in the face with the vehemence of telling, that the Sycamore Ridge of the sixties--a gray smudge of unpainted wooden houses bordering the Santa Fe trail, with the street merging into the sunflowers a block either way from the pump,--is the town that now lies hidden in the elm forest, with its thirty miles of paving and its scores of acres of wide velvet lawns, with its parks wherein fountains play, guarded by cannon discarded by the pride of modern war, with the court-house on the brink of the hill that once was far west of the town and with twenty-two thousand people whizzing around in trolleys, rattling about in buggies or scooting down the shady avenues in motor-cars--whatever the records may show, the real truth we know; the towns are not the same; the miracle of growth cannot fool us.

the legendary patron saint of children; an imaginary being who is thought to bring presents to children at Christmas

From this reading So though men tell us, and grow black in the face with the vehemence of telling, that the Sycamore Ridge of the sixties--a gray smudge of unpainted wooden houses bordering the Santa Fe trail, with the street merging into the sunflowers a block either way from the pump,--is the town that now lies hidden in the elm forest, with its thirty miles of paving and its scores of acres of wide velvet lawns, with its parks wherein fountains play, guarded by cannon discarded by the pride of modern war, with the court-house on the brink of the hill that once was far west of the town and with twenty-two thousand people whizzing around in trolleys, rattling about in buggies or scooting down the shady avenues in motor-cars--whatever the records may show, the real truth we know; the towns are not the same; the miracle of growth cannot fool us.

young tree

From this reading One understands that the tree once was a sapling, and conversely we know that the child will be a man and the gaunt sapling stuck in the earth in time will become a great spreading tree.

Dictionary entry pending editorial verification. Tap Listen to hear the word.

From this reading So though men tell us, and grow black in the face with the vehemence of telling, that the Sycamore Ridge of the sixties--a gray smudge of unpainted wooden houses bordering the Santa Fe trail, with the street merging into the sunflowers a block either way from the pump,--is the town that now lies hidden in the elm forest, with its thirty miles of paving and its scores of acres of wide velvet lawns, with its parks wherein fountains play, guarded by cannon discarded by the pride of modern war, with the court-house on the brink of the hill that once was far west of the town and with twenty-two thousand people whizzing around in trolleys, rattling about in buggies or scooting down the shady avenues in motor-cars--whatever the records may show, the real truth we know; the towns are not the same; the miracle of growth cannot fool us.

a large number or amount

From this reading So though men tell us, and grow black in the face with the vehemence of telling, that the Sycamore Ridge of the sixties--a gray smudge of unpainted wooden houses bordering the Santa Fe trail, with the street merging into the sunflowers a block either way from the pump,--is the town that now lies hidden in the elm forest, with its thirty miles of paving and its scores of acres of wide velvet lawns, with its parks wherein fountains play, guarded by cannon discarded by the pride of modern war, with the court-house on the brink of the hill that once was far west of the town and with twenty-two thousand people whizzing around in trolleys, rattling about in buggies or scooting down the shady avenues in motor-cars--whatever the records may show, the real truth we know; the towns are not the same; the miracle of growth cannot fool us.

quiet, dark, or concealed

From this reading So though men tell us, and grow black in the face with the vehemence of telling, that the Sycamore Ridge of the sixties--a gray smudge of unpainted wooden houses bordering the Santa Fe trail, with the street merging into the sunflowers a block either way from the pump,--is the town that now lies hidden in the elm forest, with its thirty miles of paving and its scores of acres of wide velvet lawns, with its parks wherein fountains play, guarded by cannon discarded by the pride of modern war, with the court-house on the brink of the hill that once was far west of the town and with twenty-two thousand people whizzing around in trolleys, rattling about in buggies or scooting down the shady avenues in motor-cars--whatever the records may show, the real truth we know; the towns are not the same; the miracle of growth cannot fool us.

give an exhibition of to an interested audience

From this reading So though men tell us, and grow black in the face with the vehemence of telling, that the Sycamore Ridge of the sixties--a gray smudge of unpainted wooden houses bordering the Santa Fe trail, with the street merging into the sunflowers a block either way from the pump,--is the town that now lies hidden in the elm forest, with its thirty miles of paving and its scores of acres of wide velvet lawns, with its parks wherein fountains play, guarded by cannon discarded by the pride of modern war, with the court-house on the brink of the hill that once was far west of the town and with twenty-two thousand people whizzing around in trolleys, rattling about in buggies or scooting down the shady avenues in motor-cars--whatever the records may show, the real truth we know; the towns are not the same; the miracle of growth cannot fool us.

the decade from 1960 to 1969

From this reading So though men tell us, and grow black in the face with the vehemence of telling, that the Sycamore Ridge of the sixties--a gray smudge of unpainted wooden houses bordering the Santa Fe trail, with the street merging into the sunflowers a block either way from the pump,--is the town that now lies hidden in the elm forest, with its thirty miles of paving and its scores of acres of wide velvet lawns, with its parks wherein fountains play, guarded by cannon discarded by the pride of modern war, with the court-house on the brink of the hill that once was far west of the town and with twenty-two thousand people whizzing around in trolleys, rattling about in buggies or scooting down the shady avenues in motor-cars--whatever the records may show, the real truth we know; the towns are not the same; the miracle of growth cannot fool us.

a smoky fire to drive away insects

From this reading So though men tell us, and grow black in the face with the vehemence of telling, that the Sycamore Ridge of the sixties--a gray smudge of unpainted wooden houses bordering the Santa Fe trail, with the street merging into the sunflowers a block either way from the pump,--is the town that now lies hidden in the elm forest, with its thirty miles of paving and its scores of acres of wide velvet lawns, with its parks wherein fountains play, guarded by cannon discarded by the pride of modern war, with the court-house on the brink of the hill that once was far west of the town and with twenty-two thousand people whizzing around in trolleys, rattling about in buggies or scooting down the shady avenues in motor-cars--whatever the records may show, the real truth we know; the towns are not the same; the miracle of growth cannot fool us.

for that reason; with the result that

From this reading So though men tell us, and grow black in the face with the vehemence of telling, that the Sycamore Ridge of the sixties--a gray smudge of unpainted wooden houses bordering the Santa Fe trail, with the street merging into the sunflowers a block either way from the pump,--is the town that now lies hidden in the elm forest, with its thirty miles of paving and its scores of acres of wide velvet lawns, with its parks wherein fountains play, guarded by cannon discarded by the pride of modern war, with the court-house on the brink of the hill that once was far west of the town and with twenty-two thousand people whizzing around in trolleys, rattling about in buggies or scooting down the shady avenues in motor-cars--whatever the records may show, the real truth we know; the towns are not the same; the miracle of growth cannot fool us.

process or result of distributing or extending over a wide expanse of space

From this reading One understands that the tree once was a sapling, and conversely we know that the child will be a man and the gaunt sapling stuck in the earth in time will become a great spreading tree.

a thoroughfare (usually including sidewalks) that is lined with buildings

From this reading So though men tell us, and grow black in the face with the vehemence of telling, that the Sycamore Ridge of the sixties--a gray smudge of unpainted wooden houses bordering the Santa Fe trail, with the street merging into the sunflowers a block either way from the pump,--is the town that now lies hidden in the elm forest, with its thirty miles of paving and its scores of acres of wide velvet lawns, with its parks wherein fountains play, guarded by cannon discarded by the pride of modern war, with the court-house on the brink of the hill that once was far west of the town and with twenty-two thousand people whizzing around in trolleys, rattling about in buggies or scooting down the shady avenues in motor-cars--whatever the records may show, the real truth we know; the towns are not the same; the miracle of growth cannot fool us.

caught or fixed

From this reading One understands that the tree once was a sapling, and conversely we know that the child will be a man and the gaunt sapling stuck in the earth in time will become a great spreading tree.

plural of “sunflower” — any plant of the genus Helianthus having large flower heads with dark disk florets and showy yellow rays

From this reading So though men tell us, and grow black in the face with the vehemence of telling, that the Sycamore Ridge of the sixties--a gray smudge of unpainted wooden houses bordering the Santa Fe trail, with the street merging into the sunflowers a block either way from the pump,--is the town that now lies hidden in the elm forest, with its thirty miles of paving and its scores of acres of wide velvet lawns, with its parks wherein fountains play, guarded by cannon discarded by the pride of modern war, with the court-house on the brink of the hill that once was far west of the town and with twenty-two thousand people whizzing around in trolleys, rattling about in buggies or scooting down the shady avenues in motor-cars--whatever the records may show, the real truth we know; the towns are not the same; the miracle of growth cannot fool us.

variably colored and sometimes variegated hard tough elastic wood of a sycamore tree

From this reading So though men tell us, and grow black in the face with the vehemence of telling, that the Sycamore Ridge of the sixties--a gray smudge of unpainted wooden houses bordering the Santa Fe trail, with the street merging into the sunflowers a block either way from the pump,--is the town that now lies hidden in the elm forest, with its thirty miles of paving and its scores of acres of wide velvet lawns, with its parks wherein fountains play, guarded by cannon discarded by the pride of modern war, with the court-house on the brink of the hill that once was far west of the town and with twenty-two thousand people whizzing around in trolleys, rattling about in buggies or scooting down the shady avenues in motor-cars--whatever the records may show, the real truth we know; the towns are not the same; the miracle of growth cannot fool us.

express in words

From this reading So though men tell us, and grow black in the face with the vehemence of telling, that the Sycamore Ridge of the sixties--a gray smudge of unpainted wooden houses bordering the Santa Fe trail, with the street merging into the sunflowers a block either way from the pump,--is the town that now lies hidden in the elm forest, with its thirty miles of paving and its scores of acres of wide velvet lawns, with its parks wherein fountains play, guarded by cannon discarded by the pride of modern war, with the court-house on the brink of the hill that once was far west of the town and with twenty-two thousand people whizzing around in trolleys, rattling about in buggies or scooting down the shady avenues in motor-cars--whatever the records may show, the real truth we know; the towns are not the same; the miracle of growth cannot fool us.

disclosing unintentionally something concealed

From this reading So though men tell us, and grow black in the face with the vehemence of telling, that the Sycamore Ridge of the sixties--a gray smudge of unpainted wooden houses bordering the Santa Fe trail, with the street merging into the sunflowers a block either way from the pump,--is the town that now lies hidden in the elm forest, with its thirty miles of paving and its scores of acres of wide velvet lawns, with its parks wherein fountains play, guarded by cannon discarded by the pride of modern war, with the court-house on the brink of the hill that once was far west of the town and with twenty-two thousand people whizzing around in trolleys, rattling about in buggies or scooting down the shady avenues in motor-cars--whatever the records may show, the real truth we know; the towns are not the same; the miracle of growth cannot fool us.

used to introduce what somebody said, thought, or felt

From this reading One knows, of course, that the old man once was young.

used before a noun that is already known, already mentioned, or the only one of its kind

From this reading The changes of time are hard to realize.

the cardinal number that is the product of ten and three

From this reading So though men tell us, and grow black in the face with the vehemence of telling, that the Sycamore Ridge of the sixties--a gray smudge of unpainted wooden houses bordering the Santa Fe trail, with the street merging into the sunflowers a block either way from the pump,--is the town that now lies hidden in the elm forest, with its thirty miles of paving and its scores of acres of wide velvet lawns, with its parks wherein fountains play, guarded by cannon discarded by the pride of modern war, with the court-house on the brink of the hill that once was far west of the town and with twenty-two thousand people whizzing around in trolleys, rattling about in buggies or scooting down the shady avenues in motor-cars--whatever the records may show, the real truth we know; the towns are not the same; the miracle of growth cannot fool us.

in spite of the fact that

From this reading So though men tell us, and grow black in the face with the vehemence of telling, that the Sycamore Ridge of the sixties--a gray smudge of unpainted wooden houses bordering the Santa Fe trail, with the street merging into the sunflowers a block either way from the pump,--is the town that now lies hidden in the elm forest, with its thirty miles of paving and its scores of acres of wide velvet lawns, with its parks wherein fountains play, guarded by cannon discarded by the pride of modern war, with the court-house on the brink of the hill that once was far west of the town and with twenty-two thousand people whizzing around in trolleys, rattling about in buggies or scooting down the shady avenues in motor-cars--whatever the records may show, the real truth we know; the towns are not the same; the miracle of growth cannot fool us.

the cardinal number that is the product of 10 and 100

From this reading So though men tell us, and grow black in the face with the vehemence of telling, that the Sycamore Ridge of the sixties--a gray smudge of unpainted wooden houses bordering the Santa Fe trail, with the street merging into the sunflowers a block either way from the pump,--is the town that now lies hidden in the elm forest, with its thirty miles of paving and its scores of acres of wide velvet lawns, with its parks wherein fountains play, guarded by cannon discarded by the pride of modern war, with the court-house on the brink of the hill that once was far west of the town and with twenty-two thousand people whizzing around in trolleys, rattling about in buggies or scooting down the shady avenues in motor-cars--whatever the records may show, the real truth we know; the towns are not the same; the miracle of growth cannot fool us.

an instance or single occasion for some event

From this reading The changes of time are hard to realize.

used before the base form of a verb to make the infinitive

From this reading The changes of time are hard to realize.

an urban area with a fixed boundary that is smaller than a city

From this reading So though men tell us, and grow black in the face with the vehemence of telling, that the Sycamore Ridge of the sixties--a gray smudge of unpainted wooden houses bordering the Santa Fe trail, with the street merging into the sunflowers a block either way from the pump,--is the town that now lies hidden in the elm forest, with its thirty miles of paving and its scores of acres of wide velvet lawns, with its parks wherein fountains play, guarded by cannon discarded by the pride of modern war, with the court-house on the brink of the hill that once was far west of the town and with twenty-two thousand people whizzing around in trolleys, rattling about in buggies or scooting down the shady avenues in motor-cars--whatever the records may show, the real truth we know; the towns are not the same; the miracle of growth cannot fool us.

plural of “town” — an urban area with a fixed boundary that is smaller than a city

From this reading So though men tell us, and grow black in the face with the vehemence of telling, that the Sycamore Ridge of the sixties--a gray smudge of unpainted wooden houses bordering the Santa Fe trail, with the street merging into the sunflowers a block either way from the pump,--is the town that now lies hidden in the elm forest, with its thirty miles of paving and its scores of acres of wide velvet lawns, with its parks wherein fountains play, guarded by cannon discarded by the pride of modern war, with the court-house on the brink of the hill that once was far west of the town and with twenty-two thousand people whizzing around in trolleys, rattling about in buggies or scooting down the shady avenues in motor-cars--whatever the records may show, the real truth we know; the towns are not the same; the miracle of growth cannot fool us.

a track or mark left by something that has passed

From this reading So though men tell us, and grow black in the face with the vehemence of telling, that the Sycamore Ridge of the sixties--a gray smudge of unpainted wooden houses bordering the Santa Fe trail, with the street merging into the sunflowers a block either way from the pump,--is the town that now lies hidden in the elm forest, with its thirty miles of paving and its scores of acres of wide velvet lawns, with its parks wherein fountains play, guarded by cannon discarded by the pride of modern war, with the court-house on the brink of the hill that once was far west of the town and with twenty-two thousand people whizzing around in trolleys, rattling about in buggies or scooting down the shady avenues in motor-cars--whatever the records may show, the real truth we know; the towns are not the same; the miracle of growth cannot fool us.

a tall perennial woody plant having a main trunk and branches forming a distinct elevated crown; includes both gymnosperms and angiosperms

From this reading One understands that the tree once was a sapling, and conversely we know that the child will be a man and the gaunt sapling stuck in the earth in time will become a great spreading tree.

plural of “trolley” — a wheeled vehicle that runs on rails and is propelled by electricity

From this reading So though men tell us, and grow black in the face with the vehemence of telling, that the Sycamore Ridge of the sixties--a gray smudge of unpainted wooden houses bordering the Santa Fe trail, with the street merging into the sunflowers a block either way from the pump,--is the town that now lies hidden in the elm forest, with its thirty miles of paving and its scores of acres of wide velvet lawns, with its parks wherein fountains play, guarded by cannon discarded by the pride of modern war, with the court-house on the brink of the hill that once was far west of the town and with twenty-two thousand people whizzing around in trolleys, rattling about in buggies or scooting down the shady avenues in motor-cars--whatever the records may show, the real truth we know; the towns are not the same; the miracle of growth cannot fool us.

a fact that has been verified

From this reading So though men tell us, and grow black in the face with the vehemence of telling, that the Sycamore Ridge of the sixties--a gray smudge of unpainted wooden houses bordering the Santa Fe trail, with the street merging into the sunflowers a block either way from the pump,--is the town that now lies hidden in the elm forest, with its thirty miles of paving and its scores of acres of wide velvet lawns, with its parks wherein fountains play, guarded by cannon discarded by the pride of modern war, with the court-house on the brink of the hill that once was far west of the town and with twenty-two thousand people whizzing around in trolleys, rattling about in buggies or scooting down the shady avenues in motor-cars--whatever the records may show, the real truth we know; the towns are not the same; the miracle of growth cannot fool us.

the cardinal number that is the sum of twenty-one and one

From this reading So though men tell us, and grow black in the face with the vehemence of telling, that the Sycamore Ridge of the sixties--a gray smudge of unpainted wooden houses bordering the Santa Fe trail, with the street merging into the sunflowers a block either way from the pump,--is the town that now lies hidden in the elm forest, with its thirty miles of paving and its scores of acres of wide velvet lawns, with its parks wherein fountains play, guarded by cannon discarded by the pride of modern war, with the court-house on the brink of the hill that once was far west of the town and with twenty-two thousand people whizzing around in trolleys, rattling about in buggies or scooting down the shady avenues in motor-cars--whatever the records may show, the real truth we know; the towns are not the same; the miracle of growth cannot fool us.

the cognitive condition of someone who understands

From this reading But the miracle of growth passes not merely our understanding, but our imagination.

third-person singular of “understand” — know and comprehend the nature or meaning of

From this reading One understands that the tree once was a sapling, and conversely we know that the child will be a man and the gaunt sapling stuck in the earth in time will become a great spreading tree.

not having makeup on

From this reading So though men tell us, and grow black in the face with the vehemence of telling, that the Sycamore Ridge of the sixties--a gray smudge of unpainted wooden houses bordering the Santa Fe trail, with the street merging into the sunflowers a block either way from the pump,--is the town that now lies hidden in the elm forest, with its thirty miles of paving and its scores of acres of wide velvet lawns, with its parks wherein fountains play, guarded by cannon discarded by the pride of modern war, with the court-house on the brink of the hill that once was far west of the town and with twenty-two thousand people whizzing around in trolleys, rattling about in buggies or scooting down the shady avenues in motor-cars--whatever the records may show, the real truth we know; the towns are not the same; the miracle of growth cannot fool us.

the speaker and others, as the object of a verb or preposition

From this reading So though men tell us, and grow black in the face with the vehemence of telling, that the Sycamore Ridge of the sixties--a gray smudge of unpainted wooden houses bordering the Santa Fe trail, with the street merging into the sunflowers a block either way from the pump,--is the town that now lies hidden in the elm forest, with its thirty miles of paving and its scores of acres of wide velvet lawns, with its parks wherein fountains play, guarded by cannon discarded by the pride of modern war, with the court-house on the brink of the hill that once was far west of the town and with twenty-two thousand people whizzing around in trolleys, rattling about in buggies or scooting down the shady avenues in motor-cars--whatever the records may show, the real truth we know; the towns are not the same; the miracle of growth cannot fool us.

intensity or forcefulness of expression

From this reading So though men tell us, and grow black in the face with the vehemence of telling, that the Sycamore Ridge of the sixties--a gray smudge of unpainted wooden houses bordering the Santa Fe trail, with the street merging into the sunflowers a block either way from the pump,--is the town that now lies hidden in the elm forest, with its thirty miles of paving and its scores of acres of wide velvet lawns, with its parks wherein fountains play, guarded by cannon discarded by the pride of modern war, with the court-house on the brink of the hill that once was far west of the town and with twenty-two thousand people whizzing around in trolleys, rattling about in buggies or scooting down the shady avenues in motor-cars--whatever the records may show, the real truth we know; the towns are not the same; the miracle of growth cannot fool us.

a silky densely piled fabric with a plain back

From this reading So though men tell us, and grow black in the face with the vehemence of telling, that the Sycamore Ridge of the sixties--a gray smudge of unpainted wooden houses bordering the Santa Fe trail, with the street merging into the sunflowers a block either way from the pump,--is the town that now lies hidden in the elm forest, with its thirty miles of paving and its scores of acres of wide velvet lawns, with its parks wherein fountains play, guarded by cannon discarded by the pride of modern war, with the court-house on the brink of the hill that once was far west of the town and with twenty-two thousand people whizzing around in trolleys, rattling about in buggies or scooting down the shady avenues in motor-cars--whatever the records may show, the real truth we know; the towns are not the same; the miracle of growth cannot fool us.

the waging of armed conflict against an enemy

From this reading So though men tell us, and grow black in the face with the vehemence of telling, that the Sycamore Ridge of the sixties--a gray smudge of unpainted wooden houses bordering the Santa Fe trail, with the street merging into the sunflowers a block either way from the pump,--is the town that now lies hidden in the elm forest, with its thirty miles of paving and its scores of acres of wide velvet lawns, with its parks wherein fountains play, guarded by cannon discarded by the pride of modern war, with the court-house on the brink of the hill that once was far west of the town and with twenty-two thousand people whizzing around in trolleys, rattling about in buggies or scooting down the shady avenues in motor-cars--whatever the records may show, the real truth we know; the towns are not the same; the miracle of growth cannot fool us.

the past form of “be” used with I, he, she, it, or a singular noun

From this reading One knows, of course, that the old man once was young.

how something is done or how it happens

From this reading So though men tell us, and grow black in the face with the vehemence of telling, that the Sycamore Ridge of the sixties--a gray smudge of unpainted wooden houses bordering the Santa Fe trail, with the street merging into the sunflowers a block either way from the pump,--is the town that now lies hidden in the elm forest, with its thirty miles of paving and its scores of acres of wide velvet lawns, with its parks wherein fountains play, guarded by cannon discarded by the pride of modern war, with the court-house on the brink of the hill that once was far west of the town and with twenty-two thousand people whizzing around in trolleys, rattling about in buggies or scooting down the shady avenues in motor-cars--whatever the records may show, the real truth we know; the towns are not the same; the miracle of growth cannot fool us.

the speaker together with one or more other people

From this reading One understands that the tree once was a sapling, and conversely we know that the child will be a man and the gaunt sapling stuck in the earth in time will become a great spreading tree.

the countries of (originally) Europe and (now including) North America and South America

From this reading So though men tell us, and grow black in the face with the vehemence of telling, that the Sycamore Ridge of the sixties--a gray smudge of unpainted wooden houses bordering the Santa Fe trail, with the street merging into the sunflowers a block either way from the pump,--is the town that now lies hidden in the elm forest, with its thirty miles of paving and its scores of acres of wide velvet lawns, with its parks wherein fountains play, guarded by cannon discarded by the pride of modern war, with the court-house on the brink of the hill that once was far west of the town and with twenty-two thousand people whizzing around in trolleys, rattling about in buggies or scooting down the shady avenues in motor-cars--whatever the records may show, the real truth we know; the towns are not the same; the miracle of growth cannot fool us.

any or all of a kind, it does not matter which

From this reading So though men tell us, and grow black in the face with the vehemence of telling, that the Sycamore Ridge of the sixties--a gray smudge of unpainted wooden houses bordering the Santa Fe trail, with the street merging into the sunflowers a block either way from the pump,--is the town that now lies hidden in the elm forest, with its thirty miles of paving and its scores of acres of wide velvet lawns, with its parks wherein fountains play, guarded by cannon discarded by the pride of modern war, with the court-house on the brink of the hill that once was far west of the town and with twenty-two thousand people whizzing around in trolleys, rattling about in buggies or scooting down the shady avenues in motor-cars--whatever the records may show, the real truth we know; the towns are not the same; the miracle of growth cannot fool us.

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From this reading So though men tell us, and grow black in the face with the vehemence of telling, that the Sycamore Ridge of the sixties--a gray smudge of unpainted wooden houses bordering the Santa Fe trail, with the street merging into the sunflowers a block either way from the pump,--is the town that now lies hidden in the elm forest, with its thirty miles of paving and its scores of acres of wide velvet lawns, with its parks wherein fountains play, guarded by cannon discarded by the pride of modern war, with the court-house on the brink of the hill that once was far west of the town and with twenty-two thousand people whizzing around in trolleys, rattling about in buggies or scooting down the shady avenues in motor-cars--whatever the records may show, the real truth we know; the towns are not the same; the miracle of growth cannot fool us.

inflected form of “whiz” — make a soft swishing sound

From this reading So though men tell us, and grow black in the face with the vehemence of telling, that the Sycamore Ridge of the sixties--a gray smudge of unpainted wooden houses bordering the Santa Fe trail, with the street merging into the sunflowers a block either way from the pump,--is the town that now lies hidden in the elm forest, with its thirty miles of paving and its scores of acres of wide velvet lawns, with its parks wherein fountains play, guarded by cannon discarded by the pride of modern war, with the court-house on the brink of the hill that once was far west of the town and with twenty-two thousand people whizzing around in trolleys, rattling about in buggies or scooting down the shady avenues in motor-cars--whatever the records may show, the real truth we know; the towns are not the same; the miracle of growth cannot fool us.

having great (or a certain) extent from one side to the other

From this reading So though men tell us, and grow black in the face with the vehemence of telling, that the Sycamore Ridge of the sixties--a gray smudge of unpainted wooden houses bordering the Santa Fe trail, with the street merging into the sunflowers a block either way from the pump,--is the town that now lies hidden in the elm forest, with its thirty miles of paving and its scores of acres of wide velvet lawns, with its parks wherein fountains play, guarded by cannon discarded by the pride of modern war, with the court-house on the brink of the hill that once was far west of the town and with twenty-two thousand people whizzing around in trolleys, rattling about in buggies or scooting down the shady avenues in motor-cars--whatever the records may show, the real truth we know; the towns are not the same; the miracle of growth cannot fool us.

used to talk about the future, or about willingness

From this reading One understands that the tree once was a sapling, and conversely we know that the child will be a man and the gaunt sapling stuck in the earth in time will become a great spreading tree.

in the company of; together with

From this reading So though men tell us, and grow black in the face with the vehemence of telling, that the Sycamore Ridge of the sixties--a gray smudge of unpainted wooden houses bordering the Santa Fe trail, with the street merging into the sunflowers a block either way from the pump,--is the town that now lies hidden in the elm forest, with its thirty miles of paving and its scores of acres of wide velvet lawns, with its parks wherein fountains play, guarded by cannon discarded by the pride of modern war, with the court-house on the brink of the hill that once was far west of the town and with twenty-two thousand people whizzing around in trolleys, rattling about in buggies or scooting down the shady avenues in motor-cars--whatever the records may show, the real truth we know; the towns are not the same; the miracle of growth cannot fool us.

made or consisting of (entirely or in part) or employing wood

From this reading So though men tell us, and grow black in the face with the vehemence of telling, that the Sycamore Ridge of the sixties--a gray smudge of unpainted wooden houses bordering the Santa Fe trail, with the street merging into the sunflowers a block either way from the pump,--is the town that now lies hidden in the elm forest, with its thirty miles of paving and its scores of acres of wide velvet lawns, with its parks wherein fountains play, guarded by cannon discarded by the pride of modern war, with the court-house on the brink of the hill that once was far west of the town and with twenty-two thousand people whizzing around in trolleys, rattling about in buggies or scooting down the shady avenues in motor-cars--whatever the records may show, the real truth we know; the towns are not the same; the miracle of growth cannot fool us.

(used of living things especially persons) in an early period of life or development or growth

From this reading One knows, of course, that the old man once was young.