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When I see the pines silhouetted on the mountain-side, I see the ancestors; I see sombre lines of old ones, following one after another in their ancient procession to the mountain-top; and i see them standing, in clutches and in rows, surrounding the valley on all sides - looking down to the people in the village, and looking up into the infinite stars.

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