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Above my head every fir-needle is breathing breathing for ever; currents unnumbered circulate in every bough, quickened by some undiscovered miracle; around me every fir-stem is distilling strange juices, which no laboratory of man can make; and where my dull eye sees only death, the eye of God sees boundless life and motion, health and use.
Through you a red-coat ahead of me, avoiding one of your hassocks, jumped with his horse's nose full butt against a fir-stem, and stopped, 'As one that is struck dead By lightning, ere he falls, as we shall soon, in spite of the mare's cleverness. Would we were out of this! Out of it we shall be soon. I see daylight ahead at last, bright between the dark stems.
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