Chapter III

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.

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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.

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.

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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.

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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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.

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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.

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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.

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

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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.

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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.

an important story-specific word used in this passage

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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

an important story-specific word used in this passage

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.

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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.

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.

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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.

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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.

an important story-specific word used in this passage

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.

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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.

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

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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.

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

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

an important story-specific word used in this passage

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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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

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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.

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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.

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

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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.

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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.

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.

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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.

belonging to, or connected with, somebody or something

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

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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.

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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.

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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.

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

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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

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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.

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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.

an important story-specific word used in this passage

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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

an important story-specific word used in this passage

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.

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.

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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.

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.

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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.

an important story-specific word used in this passage

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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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

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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.

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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.

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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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.

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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.

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.

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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.

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.

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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.

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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.

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.

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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.

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