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“Reuben, my boy,” said he, “this rock, beneath which we sit, will serve for an old hunter’s grave-stone. There is many and many a long mile of howling wilderness before us yet; nor would it avail me anything, if the smoke of my own chimney were but on the other side of that swell of land. The Indian bullet was deadlier than I thought.”

Nathaniel Hawthorne, “Roger Malvin’s Burial” (1832).

[A resubmission of an earlier image from the series (#22). Tychy‘s companion to “Roger Malvin’s Burial” is here.]