Two spirits abroad in the air, encountering each other and passing into one: the spirit of scentless spring left by melting snows and the spirit of scented summer born with the earliest buds. High overhead ridges of many-peaked cloud-the gleaming, wandering Alps of the blue ether outstretched far below, the warming bosom of the earth, throbbing with the hope of maternity. ![]() THE middle of a fragrant afternoon of May in the green wilderness of Kentucky: the year 1795. Whose music is the gladness of the world."
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