Excerpt from Landolin

The spring has come again to the hills and valleys of our home. The day awakes, a breeze moves strongly through the forest, as if its task were to carry away the lingering night; the birds begin to twitter, and here and there an early lark utters his note. Among the pine-trees, with their fresh green needles, a whispering and rustling is heard. The sun has risen above the mountain-top, and shines upon the valley; the fields and meadows are glittering with dew. From the cherry-trees comes a stream of fragrance, and the hawthorn hedges that blossomed in the night are rejoicing in the first sunbeams, which penetrate to the very heart of each floweret.

Down in the valley, where the logmen"s rafts are floating rapidly - down by the saw-mill, where the water dashes over the wheel, and the saw sounds shrill - a young man with white forehead and sun-burnt cheeks opens a window, looks out, and nods gayly, as if greeting the awakening day.

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