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  Speaker 1: Preface of Mountain Interval, written by Robert Frost. This is
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  Speaker 1: a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox dot org.
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  Speaker 1: Recording by Keith Lewis. Mountain Interval by Robert Frost. To
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  Speaker 1: you who lease need reminding that before this interval of
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  Speaker 1: the South Branch under Black Mountains, there was another interval,
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  Speaker 1: the upper at Plymouth, where we walked in spring beyond
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  Speaker 1: the covered bridge, But that the first interval of all
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  Speaker 1: was the old farm our Brook interval, so called by
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  Speaker 1: the man we had it from in sale, and of preface.
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  Speaker 2: The Road not taken from Mountain Interval, written by Robert Frost,
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  Speaker 2: red for librovox dot org by Maria Casper. Two roads
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  Speaker 2: diverged in a yellow wood, and sorry I could not
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  Speaker 2: travel both and be one traveler long, I stood and
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  Speaker 2: looked down one as far as I could to where
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  Speaker 2: it bent in the undergrowth. Then took the other, as
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  Speaker 2: just as fair, and having perhaps the better claim, because
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  Speaker 2: it was grassy and wanted, where though as for that
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  Speaker 2: the passing there had worn them really about the same,
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  Speaker 2: and both that morning equally lay in leaves, no step
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  Speaker 2: had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day, Yet,
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  Speaker 2: knowing how way leads on to weigh, I doubted if
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  Speaker 2: I should ever come back, I shall be telling this
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  Speaker 2: with a sigh. Somewhere ages and ages. Hence two roads
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  Speaker 2: diverged in a wood, and I I took the one
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  Speaker 2: less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.
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  Speaker 2: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 3: Christmas Trees from Mountain Interval written by Robert Frost, read
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  Speaker 3: for Librevox dot Org by Rick of Las Vegas, Nevada.
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  Speaker 3: Christmas Trees a Christmas circular letter. The city had withdrawn
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  Speaker 3: into itself and left at last the country to the country.
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  Speaker 3: When between worlds of snow not come to lie, and
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  Speaker 3: worlds of foliage not yet laid, there drove a stranger
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  Speaker 3: to our yard, who looked the city, yet did in
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  Speaker 3: country fashion in that There he sat and waited till
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  Speaker 3: he drew us out a buttoning coats to ask him
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  Speaker 3: who he was. He proved to be the city come
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  Speaker 3: again to look for something it had left behind and
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  Speaker 3: could not do without and keep its Christmas. He asked
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  Speaker 3: if I would sell my Christmas trees, my woods, the
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  Speaker 3: young fir balsams, like a place where houses all are
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  Speaker 3: churches and have spires. I hadn't thought of them as
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  Speaker 3: Christmas trees. I doubt if I was tempted for a
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  Speaker 3: moment to sell them off their feet, to go in
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  Speaker 3: cars and leave the slope behind the house all bare
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  Speaker 3: where the sun shines now no warmer than the moon.
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  Speaker 3: I'd hate to have them know it. If I was
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  Speaker 3: yet more, I'd hate to hold my trees, except as
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  Speaker 3: others hold theirs, or refuse for them, beyond the time
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  Speaker 3: of profitable growth. The trial by market everything must come to.
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  Speaker 3: I dallied so much with the thought of selling then,
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  Speaker 3: whether from mistake and courtesy and fear of seeming short
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  Speaker 3: of speech, or whether from hope of hearing good of
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  Speaker 3: what was mine, I said, there aren't enough to be worthwhile.
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  Speaker 3: I could soon tell you how many they would cut you.
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  Speaker 3: Let me look them over. You could look, but don't
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  Speaker 3: expect that I'm going to let you have them pasture.
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  Speaker 3: They spring in some in clumps too close that lop
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  Speaker 3: each other of bows, but not a few, quite solitary,
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  Speaker 3: and having equal bows all round and round. The latter
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  Speaker 3: he nodded yes to or paused to say, beneath some
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  Speaker 3: lovelier one with a buyer's moderation, that would do. I
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  Speaker 3: thought so too, but wasn't there to say so. We
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  Speaker 3: climbed the pasture on the south, crossed over, and came
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  Speaker 3: down on the north. He said, A thousand, one thousand
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  Speaker 3: Christmas trees. At what a piece? He felt some need
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  Speaker 3: of softening that to me ad trees would come to
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  Speaker 3: thirty dollars. Then I was certain I had never meant
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  Speaker 3: to let him have them, never show surprise. But thirty
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  Speaker 3: dollars seem so small beside the extent of pasture. I
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  Speaker 3: should strip three cents for that was all they figured
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  Speaker 3: out a peace, three cents so small beside the dollar
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  Speaker 3: friends I should be writing to within the hour, would
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  Speaker 3: pay in cities for good trees like those regular vestry
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  Speaker 3: trees whole Sunday schools could hang enough on to pick
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  Speaker 3: off enough A thousand Christmas trees. I didn't know I
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  Speaker 3: had worth three cents more to give away than sell,
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  Speaker 3: as may be shown by a simple calculation. Too bad
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  Speaker 3: I couldn't lay one in a letter. I can't help
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  Speaker 3: wishing I could send you one in wishing you herewith
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  Speaker 3: a merry Christmas. End of Christmas Trees by Robert Frost.
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  Speaker 3: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 4: An old Man's Winter Night from Mountain Interval, written by
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  Speaker 4: Robert Frost, read for LibriVox dot Org by Phelshamph. All
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  Speaker 4: out of doors looked darkly in at him through the
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  Speaker 4: thin frost, almost in separate stars that gathers on the
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  Speaker 4: pane in empty rooms. What kept his eyes from giving
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  Speaker 4: back the gaze was the lamp tilted near them in
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  Speaker 4: his hand. What kept him from remembering what it was
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  Speaker 4: that brought him to that creaking room was age. He stood,
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  Speaker 4: with barrels round him, at a loss, and having scared
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  Speaker 4: the cellar under him in clamping there, he scared it
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  Speaker 4: once again in clomping off, and scared the outer night,
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  Speaker 4: which has its sounds familiar like the roar of trees
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  Speaker 4: and crack of branches, common things, but nothing so like
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  Speaker 4: beating on a box a light. He was to no
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  Speaker 4: one but himself where now he sat concerned with he
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  Speaker 4: knew what a quiet light, and then not even that
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  Speaker 4: he consigned to the moon, such as she was so late.
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  Speaker 4: A rising to the broken moon has better than the
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  Speaker 4: sun in any case for such a charge. His snow
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  Speaker 4: upon the roof, his eyicicles along the wall to keep,
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  Speaker 4: and slept. The log that shifted with a jolt once
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  Speaker 4: in the stove disturbed him, and he shifted and eased
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  Speaker 4: his heavy breathing, but still slept, one aged man. One
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  Speaker 4: man can't fill a house, a farm, a countryside, Or
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  Speaker 4: if he can, it's thus he does it. Of a
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  Speaker 4: winter night and a poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 4: public domain.
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  Speaker 2: A patch of.
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  Speaker 5: Old snow from Mountain Interval, written by Robert Frost, that
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  Speaker 5: Fallibrivox dot or by Jude A patch of old snow
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  Speaker 5: in a corner that I should have guessed was a
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  Speaker 5: blowaway paper the rain have brought to rest. It is
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  Speaker 5: speckled with grime, as if small print overspread it. The
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  Speaker 5: news of the day. I've forgotten if I ever read it.
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  Speaker 5: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 2: In the Home Stretch from Mountain Interval, written by Robert Frost,
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  Speaker 2: read for Librovox dot Org by Maria Casper. She stood
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  Speaker 2: against the kitchen sink and looked over the sink out
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  Speaker 2: through a dusty window at weeds. The water from the
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  Speaker 2: sink made tall. She wore her cape, her hat was
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  Speaker 2: in her hand. Behind her was confusion in the room
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  Speaker 2: of chairs turned upside down to sit like people in
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  Speaker 2: other chairs, and something come to look for every room
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  Speaker 2: a house has, parlor, bedroom and dining room. Thrown pell
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  Speaker 2: mell in the kitchen. And now and then a smudged
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  Speaker 2: infernal face looked in a door behind her and addressed
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  Speaker 2: her back. She always answered, without turning, where will I
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  Speaker 2: put this walnut beer? Old lady? Put it on top
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  Speaker 2: of something that's on top of something else, she laughed, Oh,
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  Speaker 2: put it where you can tonight and go. It's almost dark.
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  Speaker 2: You must be getting started back to town. Another blackened
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  Speaker 2: face thrust in and looked and smiled, and when she
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  Speaker 2: did not turn, spoke gently, what are you seeing out
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  Speaker 2: the window? Lady? Never was I so beladied before, with
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  Speaker 2: evidence of having been called lady more than so many times,
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  Speaker 2: make me a lady in common law? I wonder, But
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  Speaker 2: I ask, what are you seeing out the window? Lady?
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  Speaker 2: What I'll be seeing more of in the years to come?
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  Speaker 2: As here I stand and go the round of many
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  Speaker 2: plates with towels many times, and what is that? You
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  Speaker 2: only put me off rank weeds that love the water
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  Speaker 2: from the dishpan more than some women like the dishpan. Joe,
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  Speaker 2: A little stretch of mowing field for you, not much
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  Speaker 2: of that until I come to woods that end all,
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  Speaker 2: and it's scarce enough to call a view. And yet
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  Speaker 2: you think you like it, Dear, that's what you're so
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  Speaker 2: concerned to know. You hope I like it? Oh bangos,
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  Speaker 2: something big away off there upstairs. The very tread of
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  Speaker 2: men as great as those is shattering to the frame
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  Speaker 2: of such a little house. Once left alone, you and I, dear,
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  Speaker 2: will go with softer steps up and down stairs and
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  Speaker 2: through the rooms, and none but sudden winds that snatch
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  Speaker 2: them from our hands will ever slam the doors. I
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  Speaker 2: think you see more than you like to own out
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  Speaker 2: that window. No, for besides the things I tell you of,
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  Speaker 2: I only see the years. They come and go in
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  Speaker 2: alternation with the weeds, the field, the wood. What kind
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  Speaker 2: of years? Why latter years different from early years? I
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  Speaker 2: see them too. You didn't count them, No, The farther
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  Speaker 2: off so ran together that I didn't try to it.
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  Speaker 2: Can scarce be that they would be in number? We'd
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  Speaker 2: care to know? For we are not young now? And
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  Speaker 2: bang goes something else away off there. It sounds as
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  Speaker 2: if it were the men went down, and every crash
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  Speaker 2: meant one lester return to lighted city streets we two
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  Speaker 2: have known, but now are giving up for country darkness.
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  Speaker 2: Come from that window where you see too much for me,
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  Speaker 2: and take a livelier view of things. From here they're going.
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  Speaker 2: Watch this husky swarming up over the wheel into the
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  Speaker 2: sky high seat lighting his pipe, now squinting down his
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  Speaker 2: nose at the flame burning downward as he sucks it.
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  Speaker 2: See how it makes his nose side bright a proof
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  Speaker 2: of how dark it's getting. Can you tell what time
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  Speaker 2: it is? By that? Or by the moon? The new moon?
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  Speaker 2: What shoulder? Did I see her?
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  Speaker 6: Over?
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  Speaker 2: Neither a wire? She is of silver, as new as
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  Speaker 2: we to everything. Her light won't last us long. It's something, though,
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  Speaker 2: to know we're going to have her night after night,
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  Speaker 2: and stronger every night, to see us through our first
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  Speaker 2: two weeks. But Joe the stove. Before they go, knock
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  Speaker 2: on the window, ask them to help you get it
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  Speaker 2: on its feet. We stand here dreaming. Hurry, call them back.
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  Speaker 2: They're not gone yet. We've got to have the stove.
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  Speaker 2: Whatever else we want for and a light, Have we
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  Speaker 2: a piece of candle if the lamp and oil are
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  Speaker 2: buried out of reach again, the house was full of tramping,
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  Speaker 2: and the dark door filling men burst in and seized
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  Speaker 2: the stove. A cannon mouth like hole was in the wall,
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  Speaker 2: to which they set it true by eye, and then
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  Speaker 2: came up the jointed stovepipe in their hands, so much
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  Speaker 2: too light and airy for their strength, it almost seemed
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  Speaker 2: to come ballooning up, slipping from clumsy clutches toward the ceiling.
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  Speaker 2: A fit, said one, and banged a stovepipe shoulder. It's
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  Speaker 2: good luck when you move in to begin with, good
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  Speaker 2: luck with your stovepipe. Never mind, it's not so bad
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  Speaker 2: in the country, settled down when people are getting on
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  Speaker 2: in life, you'll like it, Joe said, You big boys
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  Speaker 2: ought to find a farm and make good farmers, and
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  Speaker 2: leave other fellows the city work to do. There's not
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  Speaker 2: enough for everybody as it is in there, god, one
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  Speaker 2: said wildly. And when no one spoke, say that to
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  Speaker 2: Jimmy here he needs a farm. But Jimmy only made
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  Speaker 2: his jaw recede fool like and rolled his eyes as
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  Speaker 2: if to say he saw himself a farmer. Then there
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  Speaker 2: was a French boy who said, with seriousness that made
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  Speaker 2: them laugh, my friend, YE ain't know what it is
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  Speaker 2: you ask. He doffed his cap and held it with
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  Speaker 2: both hands across his chest to make as twere a bow.
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  Speaker 2: We're giving you our chances un to farm. And then
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  Speaker 2: they all turned with deafening boots and put each other
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  Speaker 2: bodily out of the house. Good Bye to them. We
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  Speaker 2: puzzled em. They think. I don't know what they think.
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  Speaker 2: We see in what they leave us too. That pasture
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  Speaker 2: slope that seems the back some farm presents us and
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  Speaker 2: your woods to northward from your window at the sink,
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  Speaker 2: waiting to steal a step on us whenever we drop
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  Speaker 2: our eyes or turn to other things, as in the
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  Speaker 2: game ten step. The children play good boys, they seemed,
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  Speaker 2: and let them love the city. All they could say
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  Speaker 2: was God, when you proposed their coming out and making
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  Speaker 2: useful farmers, did they make something lonesome go through you?
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  Speaker 2: It would take more than them to sicken you us
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  Speaker 2: of our bargain. But they left us so as to
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  Speaker 2: our fate like fools. Past reasoning with they almost shook me.
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  Speaker 2: It's all so much what we have always wanted. I
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  Speaker 2: confess it's seeming bad for a moment makes it seem
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  Speaker 2: even worse still, and so on, down, down, down, it's nothing.
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  Speaker 2: It's there, leaving us at dusk. I never bore it
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  Speaker 2: well when people went the first night. After guests have gone,
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  Speaker 2: the house seems haunted or exposed. I always take a
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  Speaker 2: personal interest in the locking up at bedtime, but the
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  Speaker 2: strangeness soon wears off. He fetched a dingy lantern from
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  Speaker 2: behind a door. There's that we didn't lose, And these
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  Speaker 2: some matches he unpocketed for food. The meals we've had
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  Speaker 2: no one can take from us. I wish that everything
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  Speaker 2: on earth were just as certain as the meal we've had.
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  Speaker 2: I wish the meals we haven't had were anyway. What
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  Speaker 2: have you? You know where to lay hands on the
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  Speaker 2: bread we bought in passing at the store. There's butter
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  Speaker 2: somewhere too. Let's rend the bread. I'll light the fire
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  Speaker 2: for company for you. You'll not have any other company
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  Speaker 2: till Ed begins to get out on a Sunday to
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  Speaker 2: look us over and give us his idea of what
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  Speaker 2: wants pruning, shingling, breaking up. He'll know what he would
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  Speaker 2: do if he were we and all at once. He'll
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  Speaker 2: plan for us and plan to help us, but he'll
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  Speaker 2: take it out in planning. Well, you can set the
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  Speaker 2: table with the loaf. Let's see if you find your loaf,
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  Speaker 2: I'll light the fire. I like chairs occupying other chairs,
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  Speaker 2: not offering a lady there again, Joe, you're tired. I'm drunk, nonsensical,
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  Speaker 2: tired out. Don't mind a word I say. It's a
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  Speaker 2: day's work to empty one house of all household goods
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  Speaker 2: and fill another with em fifteen miles away, although you
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  Speaker 2: do no more than dump them down. Dumped down in paradise,
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  Speaker 2: we are and happy. It's all so much what I've
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  Speaker 2: always wanted. I can't believe it's what you wanted to.
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  Speaker 2: Shouldn't you like to know? I'd like to know if
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  Speaker 2: it is what you wanted, then how much you wanted
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  Speaker 2: it for me? Ah, troubled conscience. You don't want me
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  Speaker 2: to tell if I don't know, I don't want to
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  Speaker 2: find out what can't be known. But who first said
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  Speaker 2: the word to come, my dear? It's who first thought
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  Speaker 2: the thought. You're searching, Joe for things that don't exist,
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  Speaker 2: I mean beginnings, ends and beginnings. There are no such
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  Speaker 2: things there are only middles? What is this? This life?
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  Speaker 2: Are sitting here by lantern light, together amid the wreckage
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  Speaker 2: of a former home. You won't deny. The lantern isn't new,
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  Speaker 2: the dove is not and you are not to me,
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  Speaker 2: nor i to you. Perhaps you never were. It would
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  Speaker 2: take me forever to recite all that's not new in
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  Speaker 2: where we find ourselves. New is a word for fools
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  Speaker 2: in towns who think style upon style in dress, and thought,
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  Speaker 2: at last must get somewhere. I've heard you say as much. No,
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  Speaker 2: this is no beginning, then an end? End is a
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  Speaker 2: gloomy word. Is it too late to drag you out
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  Speaker 2: for just a good night call on the old peach
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  Speaker 2: trees on the knoll, to grope by starlight in the
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  Speaker 2: grass for a last peach. The neighbors may not have
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  Speaker 2: taken as their right when the house wasn't lived in.
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  Speaker 2: I've been looking. I doubt if they've left us many
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  Speaker 2: grapes before we set ourselves to right the house. The
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  Speaker 2: first thing in the morning, out we go to go
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  Speaker 2: the round of apple, cherry, peach, pine, alder, pasture, mowing,
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  Speaker 2: well and brook all of a farm.
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  Speaker 7: It is.
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  Speaker 2: I know this much. I'm going to put you in
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  Speaker 2: your bed, if first I have to make you build it.
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  Speaker 2: Come the light, And when there was no more lantern
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  Speaker 2: in the kitchen, the fire got out through crannies in
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  Speaker 2: the stove and danced in yellow wrigglers on the ceiling,
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  Speaker 2: as much at home as if they'd always danced there.
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  Speaker 2: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: The Telephone from Mountain interval, written by Robert Frost, read
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  Speaker 1: for LibriVox dot Org by Keith Lewis. When I was
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  Speaker 1: just as far as I could walk from here today,
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  Speaker 1: there was an hour all still, when leaning with my
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  Speaker 1: head against a flower, I heard you talk. Don't say
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  Speaker 1: I didn't, for I heard you. So say you spoke
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  Speaker 1: from that flower on the window sill. Do you remember
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  Speaker 1: what it was you said? First? Tell me what it
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  Speaker 1: was you thought you heard. Having found the flower and
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  Speaker 1: driven a bee away, I leaned my head and holding
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  Speaker 1: by the stalk, I listened, and I thought I caught
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  Speaker 1: the word.
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  Speaker 6: What was it?
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  Speaker 1: Did you call me by my name? Or did you
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  Speaker 1: say someone said?
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  Speaker 4: Come?
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  Speaker 1: I heard it as I bowed. I may have thought
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  Speaker 1: as much, but not aloud. Well, so I came. End
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  Speaker 1: of pom This recording is in the public domain. Meeting
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  Speaker 1: and Passing from Mountain Interval, written by Robert Frost, read
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  Speaker 1: for LibriVox dot org by Keith Lewis. As I went
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  Speaker 1: down the hill along the wall, there was a gate
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  Speaker 1: I had leaned at for the view, and had just
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  Speaker 1: turned from when I first saw you. As you came
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  Speaker 1: up the hill. We met. But all we did that
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  Speaker 1: day was mingle great and small footprints in the summer dust,
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  Speaker 1: as if we drew the figure of our being less
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  Speaker 1: than two but more than one. As yet your parasol
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  Speaker 1: pointed the decimal off with one deep thrust. And all
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  Speaker 1: the time we talked, you seemed to see something down
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  Speaker 1: there to smile at in the dust. Oh, it was
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  Speaker 1: without prejudice to me. Afterward, I went past what you
• 21:38
  Speaker 1: had passed before we met, and you what I had passed.
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  Speaker 1: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 2: Hila brook from Mountain Interval, written by Robert Frost, read
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  Speaker 2: for libravox dot org by Maria Caspar By June our
• 22:06
  Speaker 2: Brooks run out of song and speed sought for much
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  Speaker 2: after that, it will be found either to have gone
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  Speaker 2: groping underground and taken with it all the hyla breed
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  Speaker 2: that shouted in the mist a month ago, like ghost
• 22:22
  Speaker 2: of sleigh bells in a ghost of snow, or flourished
• 22:27
  Speaker 2: and come up in jewel weed, weak foliage that is
• 22:31
  Speaker 2: blown upon and bent even against the way its waters went.
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  Speaker 2: Its bed is left a faded paper sheet of dead leaves,
• 22:40
  Speaker 2: stuck together by the heat. A brook to none, but
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  Speaker 2: who remember long This as it will be seen, is
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  Speaker 2: other far than with brooks taken otherwhere in song we
• 22:54
  Speaker 2: love the things we love for what they are. End
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  Speaker 2: of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: The oven Bird from Mountain Interval written by Robert Frost,
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  Speaker 1: read for LibriVox dot Org by Keith Lewis. There is
• 23:19
  Speaker 1: a singer everyone has heard loud a midsummer and a
• 23:24
  Speaker 1: midwood bird who makes the solid tree trunks sound again.
• 23:29
  Speaker 1: He says that leaves are old, and that for flowers
• 23:33
  Speaker 1: midsummer is to spring. As one to ten. He says,
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  Speaker 1: the early petal fall is past, when pear and cherry
• 23:42
  Speaker 1: bloom went down in showers on sunny days. A moment
• 23:46
  Speaker 1: overcast and comes that other fall we name the fall.
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  Speaker 1: He says, the highway dust is over all. The bird
• 23:56
  Speaker 1: would cease and be as other birds, but that he
• 23:59
  Speaker 1: knows in singing not to sing. The question that he
• 24:03
  Speaker 1: frames in all but words is what to make of
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  Speaker 1: a diminished thing? End of poem. This recording is in
• 24:12
  Speaker 1: the public domain. Bond and Free from Mountain Interval written
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  Speaker 1: by Robert Frost, read for Liverbox dot Org by Keith Lewis.
• 24:30
  Speaker 1: Love has Earth, to which she clings with hills and
• 24:34
  Speaker 1: circling arms about wall within wall to shut fear out.
• 24:40
  Speaker 1: But thought has need of no such things. For Thought
• 24:43
  Speaker 1: has a pair of dauntless wings on snow and sand
• 24:47
  Speaker 1: and turf. I see where Love has left a printed
• 24:51
  Speaker 1: trace with straining in the world's embrace. And such is
• 24:56
  Speaker 1: love and glad to be. But Thought shaken his ankles.
• 25:01
  Speaker 1: Free thought cleaves the interstellar gloom and sits in Sirius's
• 25:07
  Speaker 1: disc all night till day makes him retrace his flight,
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  Speaker 1: with smell of burning on every plume, back past the
• 25:17
  Speaker 1: sun to an earthly room. His gains in heaven are
• 25:21
  Speaker 1: what they are. Yet some say Love, by being thrall
• 25:26
  Speaker 1: and simply stain, possesses all in several beauty that Thought
• 25:31
  Speaker 1: fares far to find fused in another star and of pom.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain.
• 25:46
  Speaker 2: Birches from a Mountain Interval written by Robert Frost, read
• 25:52
  Speaker 2: for librovox dot Org by Maria Casper. When I see
• 25:58
  Speaker 2: birches bend to left den right across the lines of straighter,
• 26:03
  Speaker 2: darker trees, I like to think some boys been swinging them.
• 26:08
  Speaker 2: But swinging doesn't bend them down to stay. Ice storms
• 26:12
  Speaker 2: do that often. You must have seen them loaded with
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  Speaker 2: ice a sunny winter morning after a rain. They click
• 26:20
  Speaker 2: upon themselves as the breeze rises, and turn many colored
• 26:25
  Speaker 2: as the stir cracks and crazes their enamel. Soon, the
• 26:29
  Speaker 2: sun's warmth makes them shed crystal shells, shattering and avalanching
• 26:35
  Speaker 2: on the snow crust. Such heaps of broken glass to
• 26:39
  Speaker 2: sweep away you'd think the inner dome of Heaven had fallen.
• 26:44
  Speaker 2: They are dragged to the withered bracken by the load,
• 26:47
  Speaker 2: and they seem not to break, though once they are
• 26:51
  Speaker 2: bowed so low for long they never right themselves. You
• 26:55
  Speaker 2: may see their trunks arching in the woods years afterwards,
• 26:59
  Speaker 2: trailing their leaves on the ground, like girls on hands
• 27:03
  Speaker 2: and knees that throw their hair before them over their
• 27:06
  Speaker 2: heads to dry in the sun. But I was going
• 27:10
  Speaker 2: to say when truth broke in with all her matter
• 27:13
  Speaker 2: of fact about the ice storm. Now am I free
• 27:17
  Speaker 2: to be poetical? I should prefer to have some boy
• 27:20
  Speaker 2: bend them as he went out and in to fetch
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  Speaker 2: the cows, some boy too far from town to learn baseball,
• 27:28
  Speaker 2: whose only play was what he found himself summer or winter,
• 27:33
  Speaker 2: and could play alone. One by one, he subdued his
• 27:37
  Speaker 2: father's trees by riding them down over and over again,
• 27:42
  Speaker 2: until he took the stiffness out of them, and not
• 27:45
  Speaker 2: one but hung limp, not one was left for him
• 27:49
  Speaker 2: to conquer. He learned all there was to learn about
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  Speaker 2: not launching out too soon, and so not carrying the
• 27:56
  Speaker 2: tree away clear to the ground. He always kept his
• 28:00
  Speaker 2: poise to the top branches, climbing carefully with the same
• 28:04
  Speaker 2: panes you use to fill a cup up to the brim,
• 28:08
  Speaker 2: and even above the brim. Then he flung outward, feet
• 28:13
  Speaker 2: first with a swish, kicking his way down through the
• 28:17
  Speaker 2: air to the ground. So was I once myself a
• 28:22
  Speaker 2: swinger of birches, And so I dream of going back
• 28:26
  Speaker 2: to be. It's when I'm weary of considerations and life
• 28:32
  Speaker 2: is too much like a pathless wood, where your face
• 28:36
  Speaker 2: burns and tickles with the cobwebs broken across it, and
• 28:40
  Speaker 2: one eye is weeping from a twig's having washed across
• 28:44
  Speaker 2: it open. I'd like to get away from Earth awhile,
• 28:48
  Speaker 2: and then come back to it and begin over. May
• 28:53
  Speaker 2: no fate wilfully misunderstand me and half grant what I
• 28:57
  Speaker 2: wish and snatch me away, not to return. Earth's the
• 29:01
  Speaker 2: right place for love. I don't know where it's likely
• 29:04
  Speaker 2: to go better. I'd like to go by climbing a
• 29:08
  Speaker 2: birch tree and climb black branches up a snow white
• 29:13
  Speaker 2: trunk toward Heaven, till the tree could bear no more,
• 29:18
  Speaker 2: but dipped its top and set me down again. That
• 29:22
  Speaker 2: would be good, both going and coming back. One could
• 29:27
  Speaker 2: do worse than be a swinger of birches. End of poem.
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  Speaker 2: This recording is in the public domain.
• 29:42
  Speaker 7: Peabrush from Mountain Interval written by Robert Frost, read for
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  Speaker 7: LibriVox dot Org by Kathleen. I walked down alone Sunday
• 29:54
  Speaker 7: after church to the place where John has been cutting
• 29:57
  Speaker 7: trees to see for myself about the erch He said.
• 30:01
  Speaker 7: I could have to bush my peas. The sun in
• 30:03
  Speaker 7: the new cut narrow gap was hot enough for the
• 30:06
  Speaker 7: first of May, and stifling hot, with the odor of
• 30:09
  Speaker 7: sap from stumps still bleeding their life away. The frogs
• 30:14
  Speaker 7: that were peeping a thousand shrill wherever the ground was
• 30:17
  Speaker 7: low and wet. The minute they heard my step, when
• 30:20
  Speaker 7: still to watch me and see what I came to get.
• 30:24
  Speaker 7: Birch boughs enough piled everywhere, all fresh and sound from
• 30:29
  Speaker 7: the recent axe time. Someone came with cart and pear
• 30:33
  Speaker 7: and got them off the wild flowers backs. They might
• 30:37
  Speaker 7: be good for garden things, to curl a little finger round,
• 30:41
  Speaker 7: the same as you seize cat's cradle strings and lift
• 30:45
  Speaker 7: themselves up off the ground. Small good to anything growing wild.
• 30:51
  Speaker 7: They were crooking many a trillium that had buted before
• 30:54
  Speaker 7: the boughs were piled, and since it was coming up,
• 30:57
  Speaker 7: had to come. End of poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 7: the public domain. Putting in the Seed from Mountain Interval
• 31:16
  Speaker 7: written by Robert Frost, read for LibriVox dot Org by Kathleen.
• 31:22
  Speaker 7: You come to fetch me from my work to night
• 31:25
  Speaker 7: when suppers on the table, and will see if I
• 31:29
  Speaker 7: can leave off bearing the white soft petals fallen from
• 31:32
  Speaker 7: the apple tree. Soft petals, yes, but not so barren,
• 31:37
  Speaker 7: quite mingled with these smooth bean and wrinkled pea. And
• 31:42
  Speaker 7: go along with you ere you lose sight of what
• 31:46
  Speaker 7: you came for, and become like me, slave to a
• 31:49
  Speaker 7: springtime passion for the earth. How love burns through the
• 31:54
  Speaker 7: pudding in the seed, on through the watching for that
• 31:57
  Speaker 7: early birth. When just as the soil tarnishes with weed,
• 32:02
  Speaker 7: the sturdy seedling with arched body comes, shouldering its way
• 32:07
  Speaker 7: and shedding the earth crumbs. End of poem. This recording
• 32:12
  Speaker 7: is in the public domain. A Time to Talk from
• 32:23
  Speaker 7: Mountain interval written by Robert Frost, read for Labourvox dot
• 32:28
  Speaker 7: Org by Kathleen. When a friend calls to me from
• 32:32
  Speaker 7: the road and slows his horse to a meaning walk,
• 32:36
  Speaker 7: I don't stand still and look around on the hills
• 32:38
  Speaker 7: I haven't hoed, and shout from where I am what
• 32:41
  Speaker 7: is it? No, not, as there is a time to talk.
• 32:45
  Speaker 7: I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground, blade end
• 32:50
  Speaker 7: up and five feet tall, and plod I go up
• 32:53
  Speaker 7: to the stone wall for a friendly visit. End of poem.
• 32:58
  Speaker 7: This recording is in the public lick domain.
• 33:08
  Speaker 1: The cow and apple time for a Mountain interval written
• 33:12
  Speaker 1: by Robert Frost, read for libribox dot Org by Keith Lewis.
• 33:18
  Speaker 1: Something inspires the only cow of late to make no
• 33:22
  Speaker 1: more of a wall than an open gate, and think
• 33:25
  Speaker 1: no more of wall builders than fools. Her face is
• 33:30
  Speaker 1: flecked with pomis, and she drools a cider syrup. Having
• 33:35
  Speaker 1: tasted fruit, she scorns a pasture, withering to the root.
• 33:40
  Speaker 1: She runs from tree to tree where lie in sweeten.
• 33:44
  Speaker 1: The windfall spiked with stubble and worm eaten, she leaves
• 33:49
  Speaker 1: them bitten. When she has to fly, she bellows on
• 33:53
  Speaker 1: a knoll against the sky. Her utter shrivels, and the
• 33:57
  Speaker 1: milk goes dry and of palm. This recording is in
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  Speaker 1: the public domain.
• 34:10
  Speaker 4: An encounter from Mountain interval written by Robert Frost, read
• 34:15
  Speaker 4: for LibriVox dot Org by Phil Shamph. Once on the
• 34:20
  Speaker 4: kind of day called weather breeder, when the heat slowly
• 34:24
  Speaker 4: hazes and the sun by its own power, seems to
• 34:27
  Speaker 4: be undone, I was half boring through, half climbing through
• 34:31
  Speaker 4: a swamp of cedar, choked with oil of cedar and
• 34:35
  Speaker 4: scurf of plants, and weary and overheated, and sorry I
• 34:39
  Speaker 4: ever left the road I knew. I paused and rested
• 34:43
  Speaker 4: on a sort of hook that had me by the
• 34:45
  Speaker 4: coat as good as seated, And since there was no
• 34:48
  Speaker 4: other way to look, looked up toward heaven, and there
• 34:52
  Speaker 4: against the blue stood over me a resurrected tree, a
• 34:56
  Speaker 4: tree that had been down and raised again, a barkless
• 35:01
  Speaker 4: He had halted too, as if for fear of treading
• 35:04
  Speaker 4: upon me. I saw the strange position of his hands
• 35:08
  Speaker 4: up at his shoulders, dragging yellow strands of wire with
• 35:12
  Speaker 4: something in it. From men to men, you here, I said,
• 35:17
  Speaker 4: where aren't you nowadays? And what's the news you carry?
• 35:20
  Speaker 4: If you know? And tell me where you're off for
• 35:24
  Speaker 4: Montreal Me I'm not offer anywhere at all. Sometimes I
• 35:29
  Speaker 4: wander out of beaten ways, half looking for the orchid
• 35:32
  Speaker 4: calypso and a poem. This recording is in the public domain.
• 35:43
  Speaker 1: Range finding from Mountain Interval, written by Robert Frost, read
• 35:48
  Speaker 1: for LibriVox dot org by Keith Lewis. The Battle rent
• 35:54
  Speaker 1: a cobweb diamond strung and cut a flower beside a
• 35:58
  Speaker 1: groundbird's nest. Before o'er it stained a single human breast.
• 36:03
  Speaker 1: The stricken flower bent double and so hung, and still
• 36:08
  Speaker 1: the bird revisited her young a butterfly, its fall had
• 36:12
  Speaker 1: dispossessed a moment salt in air his flower of rest,
• 36:17
  Speaker 1: then lightly stooped to it, and fluttering clung on the
• 36:21
  Speaker 1: bare upland pasture there had spread overnight TwixT mullen stalks,
• 36:27
  Speaker 1: a wheel of thread and straining cables. Wet with silver dew.
• 36:32
  Speaker 1: A sudden passing bullet shook it dry. The indwelling spider
• 36:37
  Speaker 1: ran to greet the fly, but finding nothing, sullenly withdrew
• 36:44
  Speaker 1: end of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
• 36:53
  Speaker 8: The hill Wife from Mountain Interval written by Robert frost
• 36:58
  Speaker 8: Red for LibriVox dot Org by Jacqueline Bangfort Loneliness her
• 37:09
  Speaker 8: word one ought not to have to care so much
• 37:13
  Speaker 8: as you and I care when the birds come round
• 37:17
  Speaker 8: the house, to seem to say good bye, or care
• 37:21
  Speaker 8: so much when they come back with whatever it is
• 37:24
  Speaker 8: they sing, The truth being we are as much too
• 37:28
  Speaker 8: glad for the one thing as we are too sad
• 37:32
  Speaker 8: for the other. Here with birds that fill their breasts,
• 37:37
  Speaker 8: but with each other and themselves and their built or
• 37:40
  Speaker 8: driven nests, house fear always I tell you this. They
• 37:48
  Speaker 8: learned always at night when they returned to the lonely
• 37:52
  Speaker 8: house from far away, to lamps unlighted and fire gone gray.
• 37:57
  Speaker 8: They learned to rattle the lock and key and give
• 38:01
  Speaker 8: whatever might chance to be warning and time to be
• 38:05
  Speaker 8: off in flight, and preferring the out to the in
• 38:09
  Speaker 8: door night, they learned to leave the house door wide
• 38:13
  Speaker 8: until they had lit the lamp inside. The smile her word.
• 38:22
  Speaker 8: I didn't like the way he went away, that smile.
• 38:26
  Speaker 8: It never came of being gay. Still he smiled. Did
• 38:31
  Speaker 8: you see him? I was sure. Perhaps because we gave
• 38:35
  Speaker 8: him only bread, and the wretch knew from that that
• 38:39
  Speaker 8: we were poor. Perhaps because he let us give in
• 38:43
  Speaker 8: stead of seizing from us as he might have ceased.
• 38:48
  Speaker 8: Perhaps he mocked at us for being wed or being
• 38:52
  Speaker 8: very young, and he was pleased to have a vision
• 38:56
  Speaker 8: of us, old and dead. I wonder how far down
• 39:00
  Speaker 8: the road he's got. He's watching from the woods as
• 39:04
  Speaker 8: like as not, the oft repeated dream she had, no saying,
• 39:11
  Speaker 8: dark enough for the dark pine that kept forever trying
• 39:15
  Speaker 8: the window latch of the room where they slept, the
• 39:19
  Speaker 8: tireless but ineffectual hands that with every futile pass made
• 39:24
  Speaker 8: the great tree seem as a little bird before the
• 39:27
  Speaker 8: mystery of glass. It never had been inside the room,
• 39:32
  Speaker 8: and only one of the two was afraid, in an
• 39:35
  Speaker 8: oft repeated dream of what the tree might do the impulse.
• 39:43
  Speaker 8: It was too lonely for her there, and too wild.
• 39:46
  Speaker 8: And since there were but two of them and no child,
• 39:51
  Speaker 8: and work was little in the house, she was free
• 39:54
  Speaker 8: and followed where he furrowed field or felled tree. She
• 39:59
  Speaker 8: rested on a lot and tossed the fresh chips with
• 40:03
  Speaker 8: a song only to herself on her lips. And once
• 40:07
  Speaker 8: she went to break a bough of black alder, she
• 40:11
  Speaker 8: strayed so far she scarcely heard when he called her,
• 40:14
  Speaker 8: and didn't answer, didn't speak or return. She stood, and
• 40:22
  Speaker 8: then she ran and hid in the fern. He never
• 40:25
  Speaker 8: found her, though he looked everywhere, and he asked at
• 40:29
  Speaker 8: her mother's house?
• 40:31
  Speaker 7: Was she there?
• 40:33
  Speaker 8: Sudden and swift and light as that the ties gave,
• 40:37
  Speaker 8: and he learned of finalities. Besides the grave end of poem,
• 40:45
  Speaker 8: this recording is in the public domain.
• 40:54
  Speaker 2: The Bonfire from Mountain Interval, written by Robert Frost, read
• 41:00
  Speaker 2: for librovox dot org by Maria Casper. Oh, let's go
• 41:04
  Speaker 2: up the hill and scare ourselves as reckless as the
• 41:07
  Speaker 2: best of them tonight by setting fire to all the
• 41:10
  Speaker 2: brush we piled with pitchy hands to wait for rain
• 41:13
  Speaker 2: or snow. Oh, let's not wait for rain to make
• 41:17
  Speaker 2: it safe. The pile is ours. We dragged it bow on,
• 41:21
  Speaker 2: bow down, dark converging paths between the pines. Let's not
• 41:26
  Speaker 2: care what we do with it tonight. Divide it no,
• 41:31
  Speaker 2: but burn it as one pile the way we piled it.
• 41:34
  Speaker 2: And let's be the talk of people brought to windows
• 41:37
  Speaker 2: by a light thrown from somewhere against their wall paper.
• 41:42
  Speaker 2: Rouse them all, both the free and not so free,
• 41:45
  Speaker 2: with saying what they'd like to do to us, for
• 41:48
  Speaker 2: what they'd better wait till we have done. Let's all
• 41:51
  Speaker 2: but bring to life this old volcano, if that is
• 41:54
  Speaker 2: what the mountain ever was, and scare ourselves. Let wildfire loose,
• 41:59
  Speaker 2: we will and scare you. Two, the children said together,
• 42:05
  Speaker 2: Why wouldn't it scare me to have a fire begin
• 42:08
  Speaker 2: in smudge, with ropey smoke, And know that still if
• 42:12
  Speaker 2: I repent, I may recall it. But in a moment,
• 42:16
  Speaker 2: not a little spurt of burning fatness, and then nothing
• 42:21
  Speaker 2: but the fire itself can put it out, and that
• 42:24
  Speaker 2: by burning out. And before it burns out, it will
• 42:28
  Speaker 2: have roared first and mixed sparks with stars, and sweeping
• 42:34
  Speaker 2: round it with a flaming sword, made the dim trees
• 42:37
  Speaker 2: stand back in a wider circle. Done so much, and
• 42:42
  Speaker 2: I know not how much more. I mean it shall
• 42:45
  Speaker 2: not do if I can bind it. Well, if it
• 42:49
  Speaker 2: doesn't with its draft, bring on a wind to blow
• 42:52
  Speaker 2: in earnest from some quarter, as once it did with
• 42:56
  Speaker 2: me upon in April, the breezes were so spent with
• 43:01
  Speaker 2: winter blowing they seemed to fail. The blue birds under
• 43:05
  Speaker 2: them short of the perch. Their languid flight was toward,
• 43:09
  Speaker 2: and my flame made a pinnacle to heaven as I
• 43:12
  Speaker 2: walked once round it in possession. But the wind out
• 43:17
  Speaker 2: of doors, you know the saying, there came a gust.
• 43:22
  Speaker 2: You used to think the trees made wind by fanning,
• 43:26
  Speaker 2: since you never knew it blow, but that you saw
• 43:28
  Speaker 2: the trees in motion. Something or someone watching made that gust.
• 43:34
  Speaker 2: It put the flame tip down and dabbed the grass
• 43:37
  Speaker 2: of over winter with the least tip touch. Your tongue
• 43:42
  Speaker 2: gives to salt or sugar in your hand. The place
• 43:46
  Speaker 2: it reached to blackened instantly. The black was all there
• 43:50
  Speaker 2: was by daylight, that in the merest curl of cigarette
• 43:55
  Speaker 2: smoke and a flame, slender as the hypatica's blood, root
• 44:00
  Speaker 2: and violets so soon to be now. But the black
• 44:04
  Speaker 2: spread like black death on the ground, and I think
• 44:09
  Speaker 2: the sky darkened with a cloud like winter and evening
• 44:13
  Speaker 2: coming on together. There were enough things to be thought of. Then,
• 44:18
  Speaker 2: where the field stretches toward the north and setting sun
• 44:21
  Speaker 2: to Hyla brook, I gave it to flames, without twice
• 44:24
  Speaker 2: thinking where it verges upon the road to flames too,
• 44:28
  Speaker 2: though in fear they might find fuel there in withered
• 44:30
  Speaker 2: break grass, its full length, old silver, golden rod, and
• 44:35
  Speaker 2: alder in grapevine entanglement. To leap the dusty dead line
• 44:41
  Speaker 2: for my own, I took what front there was beside.
• 44:44
  Speaker 2: I knelt and thrust hands in and held my face away.
• 44:49
  Speaker 2: Fight such a fire by rubbing, not by beating a board,
• 44:52
  Speaker 2: is the best weapon if you have it. I had
• 44:55
  Speaker 2: my coat, and oh I knew, I knew, and said outline.
• 45:00
  Speaker 2: I couldn't bide the smother in heat so close. But
• 45:04
  Speaker 2: the thought of all the woods in town on fire
• 45:08
  Speaker 2: by me, and all the town turned out to fight
• 45:11
  Speaker 2: for me. That held me. I trusted the brook barrier,
• 45:16
  Speaker 2: but I feared the road would fail, And on that
• 45:20
  Speaker 2: side the fire died, not without a noise of crackling wood,
• 45:25
  Speaker 2: of something more than tinder, grass and weed that brought
• 45:29
  Speaker 2: me to my feet to hold it back by leaning
• 45:32
  Speaker 2: back myself as if the reins were round my neck
• 45:35
  Speaker 2: and I was at the plow. I won, But I'm
• 45:39
  Speaker 2: sure no one ever spread another color over a tenth
• 45:43
  Speaker 2: the space that I spread coal black over in the
• 45:46
  Speaker 2: time it took me. Neighbors coming home from town couldn't
• 45:50
  Speaker 2: believe that so much black had come there while they
• 45:53
  Speaker 2: had backs turned, that it hadn't been there when they
• 45:56
  Speaker 2: passed an hour or so before going the other way,
• 45:59
  Speaker 2: and they not seen it. They looked about for someone
• 46:02
  Speaker 2: to have done it, but there was no one. I
• 46:07
  Speaker 2: was somewhere wondering where all my weariness had gone, and
• 46:12
  Speaker 2: why I walked so light on air in heavy shoes
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  Speaker 2: in spite of a scorched Fourth of July, feeling why
• 46:19
  Speaker 2: wouldn't I be scared? Remembering that if it scares you,
• 46:25
  Speaker 2: what will it do to us? Scare you. But if
• 46:29
  Speaker 2: you shrink from being scared, what would you say to
• 46:33
  Speaker 2: war if it should come? That's what for reasons I
• 46:37
  Speaker 2: should like to know if you can comfort me by
• 46:40
  Speaker 2: any answer. Oh, but war's not for children, it's for men.
• 46:47
  Speaker 2: Now we are digging almost down to China. My DearS,
• 46:52
  Speaker 2: my DearS, you thought that we all thought it, So
• 46:56
  Speaker 2: your mistake was ours. Haven't you heard, though, about the
• 47:01
  Speaker 2: ships where war has found them out at sea, About
• 47:05
  Speaker 2: the towns where war has come through opening clouds at
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  Speaker 2: night with droning speed, further overhead than all but stars
• 47:14
  Speaker 2: and angels and children in the ships and the towns.
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  Speaker 2: Haven't you heard what we have lived to learn, nothing
• 47:24
  Speaker 2: so new, something we had forgotten. War is for everyone,
• 47:30
  Speaker 2: for children too. I wasn't going to tell you, and
• 47:35
  Speaker 2: I mustn't. The best way is to come uphill with
• 47:38
  Speaker 2: me and have our fire and laugh and be afraid.
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  Speaker 2: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: A Girls Garden from Mountain Interval written by Robert Frost,
• 47:59
  Speaker 1: read for libert Org by Keith Lewis. A neighbor of
• 48:04
  Speaker 1: mine in the village likes to tell how one spring
• 48:08
  Speaker 1: when she was a girl on the farm. She did
• 48:10
  Speaker 1: a childlike thing. One day she asked her father to
• 48:15
  Speaker 1: give her a garden plot to plant and tend and
• 48:18
  Speaker 1: reap herself. And he said, why not. In casting about
• 48:23
  Speaker 1: for a corner, he thought of an idle bit of
• 48:26
  Speaker 1: waldulph ground where a shop had stood, and he said,
• 48:31
  Speaker 1: just it. And he said that ought to make you
• 48:35
  Speaker 1: an ideal one girl, farm and give you a chance
• 48:39
  Speaker 1: to put some strength on your slim gem arm. It
• 48:44
  Speaker 1: was not enough of a garden, her father said, to plow,
• 48:48
  Speaker 1: so she had to work it all by hand. But
• 48:51
  Speaker 1: she don't mind.
• 48:51
  Speaker 6: Now.
• 48:53
  Speaker 1: She wheeled the dung and the wheelbarrow along a stretch
• 48:56
  Speaker 1: of road, but she always ran away and left her
• 49:00
  Speaker 1: not nice load, and hid from anyone passing. And then
• 49:05
  Speaker 1: she begged the seed. She says, she thinks she planted
• 49:09
  Speaker 1: one of all things but weed a hill each of potatoes, radishes, lettuce, peas, tomatoes, beets, beans, pumpkins, corn,
• 49:21
  Speaker 1: and even fruit trees. And yes, she has long mistrusted
• 49:27
  Speaker 1: that a cider apple tree in bearing there today is hers,
• 49:32
  Speaker 1: Or at least maybe her crop was a miscellany. When
• 49:37
  Speaker 1: all was said and done, a little bit of everything,
• 49:41
  Speaker 1: a great deal of none now when she sees the village,
• 49:46
  Speaker 1: how village things go, Just when it seems to come
• 49:49
  Speaker 1: and write, she says, I know it's as when I
• 49:53
  Speaker 1: was a farmer. Oh never by way of advice, and
• 49:58
  Speaker 1: she never sends by telling the tale to the same
• 50:01
  Speaker 1: person twice end of poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 1: public domain.
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  Speaker 2: The Exposed Nest from Mountain Interval written by Robert Frost,
• 50:20
  Speaker 2: read for librovox dot Org by Maria Casper. You were
• 50:26
  Speaker 2: forever finding some new play. So when I saw you
• 50:30
  Speaker 2: down on hands and knees in the meadow, busy with
• 50:33
  Speaker 2: the new cut hay trying, I thought to set it
• 50:38
  Speaker 2: up on end. I went to show you how to
• 50:41
  Speaker 2: make it stay, if that was your idea against the breeze,
• 50:45
  Speaker 2: and if you asked me even help pretend to make
• 50:49
  Speaker 2: it root again and grow afresh. But twas no make
• 50:53
  Speaker 2: believe with you today, nor was the grass itself your
• 50:57
  Speaker 2: real concern. Though I found your hand and full of
• 51:01
  Speaker 2: wilted fern, steel, bright june grass, and blackening heads of clover,
• 51:07
  Speaker 2: twas a nest full of young birds on the ground.
• 51:11
  Speaker 2: The cutter bar had just gone champing over miraculously without
• 51:16
  Speaker 2: tasting flesh, and left defenseless to the heat and light.
• 51:23
  Speaker 2: You wanted to restore them to their right of something
• 51:26
  Speaker 2: interposed between their sight and too much world. At once
• 51:31
  Speaker 2: could means be found? The way the nest full Every
• 51:36
  Speaker 2: time we stirred stood up to us as to a
• 51:39
  Speaker 2: mother bird whose coming home had been too long deferred?
• 51:44
  Speaker 2: Made me ask would the mother bird return and care
• 51:47
  Speaker 2: for them in such a change of scene, And might
• 51:51
  Speaker 2: our meddling make her more afraid? That was a thing
• 51:56
  Speaker 2: we could not wait to learn. We saw the risk
• 51:59
  Speaker 2: we took in doing good, but dared not spare to
• 52:03
  Speaker 2: do the best we could, though harm should come of it.
• 52:07
  Speaker 2: So built the screen you had begun, and gave them
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  Speaker 2: back their shade. All this to prove we cared. Why
• 52:17
  Speaker 2: is there then no more to tell? We turned to
• 52:22
  Speaker 2: other things. I haven't any memory have you of ever
• 52:28
  Speaker 2: coming to the place again to see if the birds
• 52:31
  Speaker 2: lived the first night through, and so at last to
• 52:36
  Speaker 2: learn to use their wings? End of poem. This recording
• 52:42
  Speaker 2: is in the public domain.
• 52:49
  Speaker 9: Out Out from Mountain Interval written by Robert Frost, read
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  Speaker 9: for LibriVox dot Org by Tricia G. The buzz saw
• 52:58
  Speaker 9: snarled and rattled in the yard and made dust, and
• 53:02
  Speaker 9: dropped stove length sticks of wood sweet scented stuff when
• 53:06
  Speaker 9: the breeze drew across it. And from there those that
• 53:09
  Speaker 9: lifted eyes could count five mountain ranges, one behind the other.
• 53:14
  Speaker 9: Under the sunset far into Vermont, and the saw snarled
• 53:19
  Speaker 9: and rattled, snarled and rattled as it ran light or
• 53:23
  Speaker 9: had to bear a load, and nothing happened. Day was
• 53:27
  Speaker 9: all but done. Call it a day. I wish they
• 53:30
  Speaker 9: might have said to please the boy by giving him
• 53:33
  Speaker 9: the half hour that a boy counts so much when
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  Speaker 9: saved from work. His sister stood beside them in her
• 53:40
  Speaker 9: apron to tell them supper. At the word, the saw,
• 53:45
  Speaker 9: as if to prove saws knew what supper meant, leaped
• 53:48
  Speaker 9: out at the boy's hand, or seemed to leap. He
• 53:52
  Speaker 9: must have given the hand whatever it was. Neither refused
• 53:56
  Speaker 9: the meeting, but the hand. The boy's first outcry was
• 54:00
  Speaker 9: a rueful laugh, as he swung toward them, holding up
• 54:04
  Speaker 9: the hand, half in appeal, but half as if to
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  Speaker 9: keep the life from spilling. Then the boy saw all,
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  Speaker 9: since he was old enough to know, big boy doing
• 54:14
  Speaker 9: a man's work, though a child at heart he saw
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  Speaker 9: all spoiled. Don't let him cut my hand off, the
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  Speaker 9: doctor when he comes, don't let him, sister. So but
• 54:27
  Speaker 9: the hand was gone already. The doctor put him in
• 54:30
  Speaker 9: the dark of ether. He lay and puffed his lips
• 54:34
  Speaker 9: out with his breath, and then the watcher, at his pulse,
• 54:38
  Speaker 9: took fright. No one believed. They listened at his heart,
• 54:43
  Speaker 9: little less nothing, and that ended it. No more to
• 54:48
  Speaker 9: build on there, and they, since they were not the
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  Speaker 9: one dead, turned to their affairs. End of poem. This
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  Speaker 9: recording is in the public domain.
• 55:05
  Speaker 4: Brown's Descent or the Willy Nilly Slide from Mountain Interval,
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  Speaker 4: written by Robert Frost, read for LibriVox dot Org by
• 55:15
  Speaker 4: Phil shamp. Brown lived at such a lofty farm that
• 55:19
  Speaker 4: everyone for miles could see his lantern when he did
• 55:22
  Speaker 4: his chores in winter after half past three, and many
• 55:26
  Speaker 4: must have seen him make his wild descent from there.
• 55:29
  Speaker 4: One night, cross lots cross walls, cross everything, describing rings
• 55:35
  Speaker 4: of lantern light between the house and barn. The gale
• 55:38
  Speaker 4: got him by something he had on and blew him
• 55:41
  Speaker 4: out on the icy cross that cased the world, and
• 55:44
  Speaker 4: he was gone. Walls were all buried trees were few.
• 55:49
  Speaker 4: He saw no stay unless he stove a hole in
• 55:52
  Speaker 4: somewhere with his heel. But though repeatedly he strove and
• 55:56
  Speaker 4: stamped and said things to himself, and sometimes something seemed
• 56:00
  Speaker 4: to yield, he gained no foothold, but pursued his journey
• 56:04
  Speaker 4: down from field to field. Sometimes he came with arms outspread,
• 56:09
  Speaker 4: like wings, revolving in the scene upon his longer axis,
• 56:14
  Speaker 4: and with no small dignity of Maine. Faster or slower
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  Speaker 4: as he chanced, sitting or standing as he chose, according
• 56:22
  Speaker 4: as he feared to risk his neck or thought to
• 56:25
  Speaker 4: spare his clothes. He never let the lantern drop, And
• 56:29
  Speaker 4: some exclaimed, who saw far the figures he described with it?
• 56:34
  Speaker 4: I wonder if what those signals are brown makes at
• 56:37
  Speaker 4: such an hour of night, he's celebrating something strange. I
• 56:41
  Speaker 4: wonder if he sold his farm or been made master
• 56:45
  Speaker 4: of the grange. He reeled, he lurched, he bobbed, he checked,
• 56:50
  Speaker 4: he fell, and made the lantern rattle. But save the
• 56:54
  Speaker 4: light from going out. So halfway down he fought the battle,
• 56:58
  Speaker 4: incredulous of his own bad luck, and then, becoming reconciled
• 57:02
  Speaker 4: to everything, he gave it up and came down like
• 57:05
  Speaker 4: a coasting child. Well, I'll be, was all he said.
• 57:11
  Speaker 4: As standing in the river road, he looked back up
• 57:14
  Speaker 4: the slippery slope two miles it was to his abode.
• 57:19
  Speaker 4: Sometimes as an authority on motor cars. I'm asked if
• 57:22
  Speaker 4: I should say our stock was petered out, And this
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  Speaker 4: is my sincere reply. Yankees are what they always were.
• 57:31
  Speaker 4: Don't think Brown ever gave up hope of getting home
• 57:34
  Speaker 4: again because he couldn't climb that slippery slope, or even
• 57:38
  Speaker 4: thought of standing there until the January thaw should take
• 57:41
  Speaker 4: the polish off the crust. He bowed with grace to
• 57:45
  Speaker 4: natural lawe, and then went round it on his feet,
• 57:48
  Speaker 4: after the manner of our stock. Not much concerned for
• 57:51
  Speaker 4: those to whom at that particular time o'clock it must
• 57:55
  Speaker 4: have looked as if the course he steered was really
• 57:58
  Speaker 4: straight away from that which he was headed for. Not
• 58:02
  Speaker 4: much concerned for them, I say, no, more so than
• 58:05
  Speaker 4: became a man and politician at odd seasons. I've kept
• 58:10
  Speaker 4: Brown standing in the cold while I invested him with
• 58:12
  Speaker 4: the reasons. But now he snapped his eyes three times,
• 58:16
  Speaker 4: then shook his lantern, saying miles about out and took
• 58:21
  Speaker 4: the long way home by road, a matter of several
• 58:24
  Speaker 4: miles and a poem. This recording is in the public domain.
• 58:35
  Speaker 3: The Gum Gatherer from Mountain Interval, written by Robert Frost,
• 58:39
  Speaker 3: read for Libreyvox dot Org by Rick of Las Vegas, Nevada.
• 58:44
  Speaker 3: The gum Gatherer there overtook me and drew me in
• 58:48
  Speaker 3: to his downhill early morning stride, and set me five
• 58:52
  Speaker 3: miles on my road, better than if he had had
• 58:55
  Speaker 3: me ride. A man with a swinging bag for a
• 58:58
  Speaker 3: load and half the wound round his hand. We talked
• 59:03
  Speaker 3: like barking above the den of water. We walked along beside,
• 59:07
  Speaker 3: and for my telling him where I'd been and where
• 59:10
  Speaker 3: I lived in mountain land to be coming home the
• 59:13
  Speaker 3: way I was, he told me a little about himself.
• 59:17
  Speaker 3: He came from higher up in the pass where the
• 59:20
  Speaker 3: grist of the new beginning Brooks is blocks split off
• 59:24
  Speaker 3: the mountain mass and hopeless grist enough it looks ever
• 59:28
  Speaker 3: to grind to soil for grass the way it is
• 59:31
  Speaker 3: will do for moss. There he had built his stolen shack.
• 59:36
  Speaker 3: It had to be a stolen shack because of the
• 59:38
  Speaker 3: fears of fire and loss that trouble, the sleep of
• 59:42
  Speaker 3: lumber folk, visions of half the world burned black, and
• 59:45
  Speaker 3: the sun shrunken yellow in smoke. We know who, when
• 59:50
  Speaker 3: they come to town bring berries under the wagon seat,
• 59:53
  Speaker 3: or a basket of eggs between their feet. What this
• 59:57
  Speaker 3: man brought in a cotton sack was gum, the gum
• 1:00:01
  Speaker 3: of the mountain spruce. He showed me lumps of the
• 1:00:04
  Speaker 3: scented stuff, like uncut jewels, dull and rough. It comes
• 1:00:08
  Speaker 3: to market gold and brown, but turns to pink between
• 1:00:12
  Speaker 3: the teeth. I told him, this is a pleasant life,
• 1:00:17
  Speaker 3: to set your breast to the bark of trees, that
• 1:00:20
  Speaker 3: all your days are dim beneath, and reaching up with
• 1:00:23
  Speaker 3: a little knife to loose the resin and take it
• 1:00:26
  Speaker 3: down and bring it to market when you please. End
• 1:00:30
  Speaker 3: a poem. This recording is in the public domain.
• 1:00:40
  Speaker 2: The line Gang from Mountain Interval, written by Robert Frost,
• 1:00:45
  Speaker 2: read for librovox dot Org by Maria Casper. Here come
• 1:00:50
  Speaker 2: the line Gang, pioneering by they throw a forest down,
• 1:00:56
  Speaker 2: less cut than broken. They plant dead trees for living,
• 1:01:02
  Speaker 2: and the dead they string together with a living thread.
• 1:01:07
  Speaker 2: They string an instrument against the sky, wherein words, whether
• 1:01:13
  Speaker 2: beaten out or spoken, will run as hushed as when
• 1:01:18
  Speaker 2: they were a thought. But in no hush they string it.
• 1:01:23
  Speaker 2: They go past with shouts afar to pull the cable taut,
• 1:01:27
  Speaker 2: to hold it hard until they make it fast, to
• 1:01:31
  Speaker 2: ease away. They have it with a laugh, an oath
• 1:01:36
  Speaker 2: of towns that set the wild at naught. They bring
• 1:01:40
  Speaker 2: the telephone and telegraph. End of poem. This recording is
• 1:01:46
  Speaker 2: in the public domain.
• 1:01:52
  Speaker 9: The Vanishing Red from Mountain Interval written by Robert Frost,
• 1:01:57
  Speaker 9: read for LibriVox dot Org by Tricia. He is said
• 1:02:02
  Speaker 9: to have been the last red man in actin, and
• 1:02:06
  Speaker 9: the miller is said to have laughed, if you like
• 1:02:08
  Speaker 9: to call such a sound a laugh. But he gave
• 1:02:11
  Speaker 9: no one else a laugher's license, for he turned suddenly grave,
• 1:02:16
  Speaker 9: as if to say, whose business? If I take it
• 1:02:19
  Speaker 9: on myself? Whose business? But why talk round the barn
• 1:02:24
  Speaker 9: when it's just that I hold with getting a thing
• 1:02:26
  Speaker 9: done with? You can't get back and see it as
• 1:02:30
  Speaker 9: he saw it. It's too long a story to go
• 1:02:33
  Speaker 9: into now. You'd have to have been there and lived it.
• 1:02:37
  Speaker 9: Then you wouldn't have looked on it as just a
• 1:02:39
  Speaker 9: matter of who began it. Between the two races, some
• 1:02:44
  Speaker 9: guttural exclamation of surprise the red man gave in poking
• 1:02:48
  Speaker 9: about the mill over the great big, thumping, shuffling Millstone
• 1:02:53
  Speaker 9: disgusted the miller physically, as coming from one who had
• 1:02:56
  Speaker 9: no right to be heard from. Come John, he said,
• 1:03:01
  Speaker 9: you want to see the wheel pit. He took him
• 1:03:04
  Speaker 9: down below a cramping rafter and showed him through a
• 1:03:08
  Speaker 9: manhole in the floor the water in desperate straits, like
• 1:03:11
  Speaker 9: frantic fish, salmon and sturgeon lashing with their tails. Then
• 1:03:17
  Speaker 9: he shut down the trap door with a ring in
• 1:03:19
  Speaker 9: it that jangled even above the general noise, and came
• 1:03:23
  Speaker 9: upstairs alone and gave that laugh, and said something to
• 1:03:27
  Speaker 9: a man with a meal sack that the man with
• 1:03:30
  Speaker 9: the meal sack didn't catch. Then, oh, yes, he showed
• 1:03:34
  Speaker 9: John the wheel pit, all right. End of poem. This
• 1:03:39
  Speaker 9: recording is in the public domain.
• 1:03:47
  Speaker 10: Snow from Mountain Interval written by Robert Frost readfour Librovoks
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  Speaker 10: dot org Mareta read by Christinji.
• 1:03:57
  Speaker 9: Mister Cole read by Tricia G.
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  Speaker 2: Missus Cole, read by Maria Casper me.
• 1:04:04
  Speaker 6: Sir read by Gray Casper.
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  Speaker 10: The three stood listening to a fresh access of a
• 1:04:11
  Speaker 10: wind that caught against the house a moment, gulped snow,
• 1:04:15
  Speaker 10: and then blew free again. The colds dressed but disheveled
• 1:04:19
  Speaker 10: from some hours of sleep. Messerv belitted in the great
• 1:04:22
  Speaker 10: skin coat he wall. Mess Ev was first to speak.
• 1:04:27
  Speaker 10: He pointed backward over his shoulder with his pipe stem, saying, you.
• 1:04:31
  Speaker 6: Can just see it glancing off the roof, making a
• 1:04:35
  Speaker 6: great scroll upward towards the sky, long enough for recording
• 1:04:41
  Speaker 6: all our names. Ahn, I think I'll just call up
• 1:04:44
  Speaker 6: my wife and tell her I'm here so far and
• 1:04:48
  Speaker 6: starting on again. I'll call her softly, so that if
• 1:04:53
  Speaker 6: she's wise and gone to sleep, she needn't wake to answer.
• 1:04:58
  Speaker 10: Three times he barely stood, then listened.
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  Speaker 6: Why let's still up. Let I meant, coal's I'm late.
• 1:05:09
  Speaker 6: I called her up to say good night from here.
• 1:05:12
  Speaker 6: Before I went to say good morning there, I thought
• 1:05:16
  Speaker 6: I would, I know, but that I know I could.
• 1:05:22
  Speaker 6: But what's the sense. The rest won't be so bad.
• 1:05:27
  Speaker 6: Give me an hour for it, oh ho, three hours
• 1:05:31
  Speaker 6: to hear. But that was all up hill. The rest
• 1:05:35
  Speaker 6: is down. Why no, no, not a wallow. They kept
• 1:05:40
  Speaker 6: their heads and took their time to it, like darlings,
• 1:05:44
  Speaker 6: both of them they're in the barn. My dear, I'm
• 1:05:48
  Speaker 6: coming just the same. I didn't call to ask you
• 1:05:52
  Speaker 6: to invite me home.
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  Speaker 10: He lingered for some words she wouldn't say, said it
• 1:05:58
  Speaker 10: at last himself good night, and then getting no answer.
• 1:06:05
  Speaker 10: Close to telephone, the three stood in the lamp light
• 1:06:08
  Speaker 10: round the table with lowered eyes a moment till he said.
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  Speaker 6: I'll just see how the horses are.
• 1:06:16
  Speaker 10: Yeses do both the coals said together. Missus Cole added.
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  Speaker 2: You can judge better after seeing I want you here
• 1:06:26
  Speaker 2: with me, Fred, leave him here, brother, meserve you know
• 1:06:29
  Speaker 2: to find your way out through the shed.
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  Speaker 6: I guess I know my way. I guess I know
• 1:06:36
  Speaker 6: where I can find my name carved in the shed
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  Speaker 6: to tell me who I am. If you don't tell
• 1:06:43
  Speaker 6: me where I am, I used to play.
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  Speaker 2: You tend your horses and come back, Fred Cole. You're
• 1:06:50
  Speaker 2: going to let him.
• 1:06:52
  Speaker 6: Well, aren't you? How can you help yourself?
• 1:06:58
  Speaker 2: I called him brother? Why did I call him that?
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  Speaker 9: It's right enough? That's all you ever heard him called
• 1:07:04
  Speaker 9: round here? He seems to have lost off his Christian name.
• 1:07:09
  Speaker 2: Christian enough, I should call that myself. He took no notice,
• 1:07:13
  Speaker 2: did he well at least I didn't use it out
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  Speaker 2: of love of him. The dear knows. I detest the
• 1:07:18
  Speaker 2: thought of him with his ten children under ten years old.
• 1:07:22
  Speaker 2: I hate his wretched little racker sect. All's I ever
• 1:07:26
  Speaker 2: heard of it, which isn't much, But that's not saying. Look,
• 1:07:30
  Speaker 2: Fred Cole, it's twelve, isn't it now? He's been here
• 1:07:33
  Speaker 2: half an hour? He says, he left the village store
• 1:07:36
  Speaker 2: at nine, three hours to do four miles a mile
• 1:07:40
  Speaker 2: an hour or not much better? Why it doesn't seem
• 1:07:44
  Speaker 2: as if a man could move that slow and move
• 1:07:47
  Speaker 2: Try to think what he did with all that time
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  Speaker 2: and three miles more to go.
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  Speaker 9: Don't let him go. Stick to him, Helen, make him
• 1:07:56
  Speaker 9: answer you. That sort of man talks straight on all
• 1:07:59
  Speaker 9: his life, from the last thing he said himself stone
• 1:08:02
  Speaker 9: deaf to anything anyone else may say. I should have thought, though,
• 1:08:06
  Speaker 9: you could have made him hear you.
• 1:08:09
  Speaker 2: What is he doing out on a night like this?
• 1:08:11
  Speaker 2: Why can't he stay at home? He had to preach,
• 1:08:15
  Speaker 2: it's no night to be out. He may be.
• 1:08:17
  Speaker 9: Small, he may be good, but one thing's sure, he's tough.
• 1:08:22
  Speaker 2: And strong of stale tobacco.
• 1:08:24
  Speaker 9: He'll pull through you.
• 1:08:26
  Speaker 2: Only say so, not another house or shelter to put
• 1:08:30
  Speaker 2: into from this place to theirs. I'm going to call
• 1:08:33
  Speaker 2: his wife again.
• 1:08:34
  Speaker 9: Wait and he may. Let's see what he will do,
• 1:08:38
  Speaker 9: Let's see if he will think of her again. But
• 1:08:41
  Speaker 9: then I doubt he's thinking of himself. He doesn't look
• 1:08:44
  Speaker 9: on it as anything.
• 1:08:46
  Speaker 2: He shan't go there. It is a night, my dear,
• 1:08:50
  Speaker 2: one thing. He didn't drag God into it.
• 1:08:53
  Speaker 9: He doesn't consider it a case for God.
• 1:08:56
  Speaker 2: You think so, do you? You don't know the kind
• 1:08:59
  Speaker 2: he's getting up a miracle this minute privately to himself
• 1:09:02
  Speaker 2: right now. He's thinking he'll make a case of it
• 1:09:05
  Speaker 2: if he succeeds. But keep still.
• 1:09:07
  Speaker 9: If he fails, keep still all over he'll be dead,
• 1:09:11
  Speaker 9: dead and buried.
• 1:09:13
  Speaker 2: Such a trouble not but I've every reason not to
• 1:09:16
  Speaker 2: care what happens to him, if it only takes some
• 1:09:19
  Speaker 2: of the sanctimonious conceit out of one of those pious scallywags.
• 1:09:24
  Speaker 9: Nonsense to that. You want to see him safe?
• 1:09:27
  Speaker 2: You like the rumt, don't you a little?
• 1:09:31
  Speaker 4: Well?
• 1:09:32
  Speaker 2: I don't like what he's doing, which is what you
• 1:09:35
  Speaker 2: like and like him for?
• 1:09:37
  Speaker 9: Oh yes you do. You like your fun as well,
• 1:09:40
  Speaker 9: as anyone. Only you women have to put these airs
• 1:09:43
  Speaker 9: on to impress men. You've got us so ashamed of
• 1:09:46
  Speaker 9: being men. We can't look at a good fight between
• 1:09:49
  Speaker 9: two boys and not feel bound to stop it. Let
• 1:09:53
  Speaker 9: the man freeze an ear or two. I say, he's here.
• 1:09:56
  Speaker 9: I'll leave him all to you. Go in and save
• 1:09:59
  Speaker 9: his life, all right, Come in, Miserve, Sit down, Sit down?
• 1:10:04
  Speaker 9: How did you find the horses?
• 1:10:06
  Speaker 6: Fine?
• 1:10:07
  Speaker 9: Fine and ready for some more? My wife here says
• 1:10:11
  Speaker 9: it won't do. You've got to give it up.
• 1:10:14
  Speaker 2: Won't you to please me? Please? If I say please,
• 1:10:19
  Speaker 2: mister Miserve, I'll leave it to your wife. What did
• 1:10:22
  Speaker 2: your wife say on the telephone?
• 1:10:24
  Speaker 10: Messerve seemed to heed nothing but the lamp or something
• 1:10:28
  Speaker 10: not far from it on the table. By straightening out
• 1:10:31
  Speaker 10: and lifting the forefinger, he pointed with his hand from
• 1:10:34
  Speaker 10: where it lay like a white crumpled spider on his kneelet.
• 1:10:39
  Speaker 6: Leaf there in your open book. It moved just then.
• 1:10:43
  Speaker 6: I thought it stood erect like that there on the table.
• 1:10:48
  Speaker 6: Ever since I came, trying to turn itself backward or forward,
• 1:10:54
  Speaker 6: I've hid my eye on it to make out which
• 1:10:57
  Speaker 6: if forward? Then, with a friend impatience, you see I
• 1:11:02
  Speaker 6: know to get you onto things. It wants to see
• 1:11:07
  Speaker 6: how you will take If backward, it's from regret for
• 1:11:12
  Speaker 6: something you have passed and failed to see the good of.
• 1:11:17
  Speaker 6: Never mind, things must expect to come in front of
• 1:11:21
  Speaker 6: us many times. I don't say just how any that
• 1:11:25
  Speaker 6: buries with the thing before we see them. One of
• 1:11:30
  Speaker 6: them lies would make it out that nothing ever presents
• 1:11:34
  Speaker 6: its help before us twice. Where would we be at last?
• 1:11:38
  Speaker 6: If that were so? Our very life depends on everything's
• 1:11:43
  Speaker 6: recurring till we answer from within the thousandth time may
• 1:11:49
  Speaker 6: prove the charm that leaf, it can't turn either way.
• 1:11:54
  Speaker 6: It needs the wind's help. But the wind didn't move it.
• 1:11:59
  Speaker 6: If it moved, it moved itself. The wind's it not
• 1:12:03
  Speaker 6: in here. It couldn't stir so sensitively poised a thing
• 1:12:08
  Speaker 6: as that it couldn't reach the lamp to get a
• 1:12:12
  Speaker 6: puff of black smoke from the flame, or blow a
• 1:12:16
  Speaker 6: rumple in the collie's coat. You make a little four
• 1:12:20
  Speaker 6: square block of air, quiet and light and warm in
• 1:12:25
  Speaker 6: spite of all the illimitabul dark and cold in storm.
• 1:12:31
  Speaker 6: And by so doing give these three lamp, dog and
• 1:12:36
  Speaker 6: book leaf that keep near you their repose, though, for
• 1:12:41
  Speaker 6: all anyone can tell, repose may be the thing you
• 1:12:45
  Speaker 6: haven't yet you give it so false. It is that
• 1:12:51
  Speaker 6: what we haven't we can't give so false, that what
• 1:12:57
  Speaker 6: we always say is true. I'll have to turn the leaf.
• 1:13:01
  Speaker 6: If no one else will, it won't lie down, Then
• 1:13:06
  Speaker 6: let it stand. Who cares?
• 1:13:09
  Speaker 9: I shouldn't want to hurry you, miserve, But if you're going,
• 1:13:13
  Speaker 9: say you'll stay, you know, But let me raise this
• 1:13:16
  Speaker 9: curtain on a scene and show you how it's piling
• 1:13:19
  Speaker 9: up against you. You see the snow white through the
• 1:13:22
  Speaker 9: white of frost. Ask Helen, how far up the sashes climbed?
• 1:13:26
  Speaker 9: Since we read the gauge.
• 1:13:28
  Speaker 6: It looks as if some pallid thing had squashed its
• 1:13:32
  Speaker 6: features flat and its eyes shut with over eagerness to
• 1:13:37
  Speaker 6: see what people found so interesting in one another, and
• 1:13:43
  Speaker 6: had gone to sleep of its own stupid lack of understanding,
• 1:13:49
  Speaker 6: or broken its own white neck of mushroom stuff short off,
• 1:13:54
  Speaker 6: and died against the window pane.
• 1:13:58
  Speaker 2: Brother, meserve, take care. You'll scare yourself more than you
• 1:14:02
  Speaker 2: will us with such a nightmare talk. It's you it
• 1:14:05
  Speaker 2: matters too, because it's you who have to go out
• 1:14:08
  Speaker 2: into it alone let him.
• 1:14:10
  Speaker 9: Talk Helen, and perhaps he'll stay.
• 1:14:13
  Speaker 6: Before you dropped the curtain. I'm reminded you recollect the
• 1:14:18
  Speaker 6: boy who came out here to breathe the air. One winter,
• 1:14:23
  Speaker 6: had a room down at the a breeze well. One
• 1:14:27
  Speaker 6: sunny morning after a downy storm, he passed our place
• 1:14:32
  Speaker 6: and found me banking up the house with snow. And
• 1:14:37
  Speaker 6: I was burrowing in deep for warmth, piling it well
• 1:14:41
  Speaker 6: above the window sills. The snow against the window caught
• 1:14:45
  Speaker 6: his eye. Hey, that's a pretty thought, those were his words.
• 1:14:50
  Speaker 6: So you can think it's six foot deep outside while
• 1:14:54
  Speaker 6: you sit warm and read up balanced rations. You can't
• 1:15:00
  Speaker 6: get too much winter in winter, those are his words.
• 1:15:04
  Speaker 6: And he went home and all but banked the daylight
• 1:15:08
  Speaker 6: out of Avery's windows. Now you and I we go
• 1:15:12
  Speaker 6: to no such lengths. At the same time, you can't
• 1:15:16
  Speaker 6: deny it makes it not a mite worse. Sitting here,
• 1:15:21
  Speaker 6: we three playing our fancy to have the snow line
• 1:15:25
  Speaker 6: run so high across the pane outside there where there
• 1:15:30
  Speaker 6: is a sort of tunnel in the frost, more like
• 1:15:34
  Speaker 6: a tunnel than a hole. Way down at the far
• 1:15:38
  Speaker 6: end of it, you see a stir and quiver like
• 1:15:41
  Speaker 6: the frayed edge of the drift blown in the wind.
• 1:15:45
  Speaker 6: I like that. I like that. Well, now I leave
• 1:15:51
  Speaker 6: you people.
• 1:15:53
  Speaker 9: Come meserve. We thought you were deciding not to go
• 1:15:56
  Speaker 9: the ways you found to say the praise of comfort
• 1:15:59
  Speaker 9: and being where you are. You want to stay alone.
• 1:16:03
  Speaker 6: It's cold for such a fall of snow. This house
• 1:16:08
  Speaker 6: is frozen brittle. I'll except this room you sit in.
• 1:16:12
  Speaker 6: If you think the wind sounds further off, it's not
• 1:16:16
  Speaker 6: because it's dying. You're further under in the snow, that's all,
• 1:16:22
  Speaker 6: and you feel it's less here, the soft bombs of
• 1:16:26
  Speaker 6: dust it burst against us at the chimney mouth and
• 1:16:31
  Speaker 6: at the eaves. I like it from inside more than
• 1:16:36
  Speaker 6: I shall out in it. But the horses are rested,
• 1:16:41
  Speaker 6: and it's time to say good night and let you
• 1:16:44
  Speaker 6: get to bed again. Good night. Sorry I had to
• 1:16:49
  Speaker 6: break in on your sleep.
• 1:16:51
  Speaker 2: Lucky for you you did. Lucky for you you had
• 1:16:54
  Speaker 2: us for a halfway station to stop at. If you
• 1:16:58
  Speaker 2: were the kind of man paid heed to win, you'd
• 1:17:00
  Speaker 2: take my advice, and for your family's sake, stay where
• 1:17:04
  Speaker 2: you are. But what good is my saying it over
• 1:17:07
  Speaker 2: and over? You've done more than you had a right
• 1:17:10
  Speaker 2: to think you could do. Now you know the risk
• 1:17:13
  Speaker 2: you take in going on.
• 1:17:15
  Speaker 6: Our snowstorms as a rule aren't looked on as man killers.
• 1:17:20
  Speaker 6: And although i'd rather be, the beast sleeps, the sleep
• 1:17:25
  Speaker 6: under it all his door sealed up and lost, then
• 1:17:30
  Speaker 6: the man fighting it to keep above it. Yet think
• 1:17:34
  Speaker 6: of the small birds at roost and not in nest.
• 1:17:39
  Speaker 6: Shall I be count it less than they are? Their
• 1:17:43
  Speaker 6: bulk and water would be frozen rock no time out night.
• 1:17:49
  Speaker 6: And yet tomorrow they will come budding boughs from tree
• 1:17:54
  Speaker 6: to tree, flirting their wings and saying chickadees, as if
• 1:17:59
  Speaker 6: not no knowing what you meant by the word storm.
• 1:18:03
  Speaker 2: But why when no one wants you to go on?
• 1:18:06
  Speaker 2: Your wife she doesn't want you to, we don't, and
• 1:18:10
  Speaker 2: you yourself don't want to. Who else is there.
• 1:18:14
  Speaker 6: Save thus for being cornered by a woman.
• 1:18:18
  Speaker 10: Well there's She told Fred afterward that in the pause
• 1:18:22
  Speaker 10: right there, she thought the dreaded word was coming God,
• 1:18:26
  Speaker 10: But no, he only.
• 1:18:27
  Speaker 6: Said, well, there's the storm that says I must go on,
• 1:18:35
  Speaker 6: that wants me as a war might if it came,
• 1:18:40
  Speaker 6: ask anny man.
• 1:18:42
  Speaker 10: He threw her that as something to last her till
• 1:18:45
  Speaker 10: he got outside the door. He had coal with him
• 1:18:47
  Speaker 10: to the barn to see him off. When Cole returned,
• 1:18:51
  Speaker 10: he found his wife still standing beside the table near
• 1:18:54
  Speaker 10: the open book, not reading it.
• 1:18:57
  Speaker 2: Well, what kind of a man do you call that?
• 1:19:00
  Speaker 9: She said he had the gift of words? Or is
• 1:19:03
  Speaker 9: it tongues?
• 1:19:04
  Speaker 2: I ought to say, was ever such a man for
• 1:19:07
  Speaker 2: seeing likeness.
• 1:19:10
  Speaker 9: Or disregarding people's civil questions? What we've found out in
• 1:19:14
  Speaker 9: one hour more about him than we had seeing him
• 1:19:17
  Speaker 9: pass by in the road a thousand times. If that's
• 1:19:20
  Speaker 9: the way he preaches, you didn't think you'd keep him
• 1:19:24
  Speaker 9: after all. Oh, I'm not blaming you. He didn't leave
• 1:19:27
  Speaker 9: you much say in the matter, and I'm just as
• 1:19:30
  Speaker 9: glad we're not in for a night of him no
• 1:19:33
  Speaker 9: sleep if he had stayed. The least things set him going.
• 1:19:37
  Speaker 9: It's quiet as an empty church without him.
• 1:19:40
  Speaker 2: But how much better off are we as it is?
• 1:19:43
  Speaker 2: We'll have to sit here till we know he's safe.
• 1:19:46
  Speaker 9: Yes, I suppose you'll want to, but I shouldn't. He
• 1:19:50
  Speaker 9: knows what he can do, or he wouldn't try. Get
• 1:19:53
  Speaker 9: into bed, I say, and get some rest. He won't
• 1:19:56
  Speaker 9: come back, And if he telephones it won't be for
• 1:19:59
  Speaker 9: an hour or two.
• 1:20:01
  Speaker 2: Well, then we can't be any help by sitting here
• 1:20:05
  Speaker 2: and living his fight through with him. I suppose.
• 1:20:10
  Speaker 10: Cole had been telephoning in the dock. Missus Cole's voice
• 1:20:13
  Speaker 10: came from an inner room.
• 1:20:15
  Speaker 2: Did she call you or you call her?
• 1:20:18
  Speaker 9: She me, you'd better dress. You won't go back to bed.
• 1:20:22
  Speaker 9: We must have been asleep. It's three and after.
• 1:20:25
  Speaker 2: Had she been ringing? Long? I'll get my wrapper. I
• 1:20:28
  Speaker 2: want to speak to her.
• 1:20:29
  Speaker 9: All she said was he hadn't come, and had he
• 1:20:32
  Speaker 9: really started?
• 1:20:34
  Speaker 2: She knew he had poor thing two hours ago.
• 1:20:38
  Speaker 9: He had the shovel. He'll have made a fight.
• 1:20:41
  Speaker 2: Why did I ever let him leave the house.
• 1:20:43
  Speaker 9: Don't begin that you did the best you could to
• 1:20:46
  Speaker 9: keep him, though perhaps you didn't quite conceal a wish
• 1:20:49
  Speaker 9: to see him show the spunk to disobey you much.
• 1:20:52
  Speaker 9: His wife will thank.
• 1:20:54
  Speaker 2: You, Fred, After all I said, you shan't make out
• 1:20:58
  Speaker 2: that it was anyway? But what it was? Did she
• 1:21:00
  Speaker 2: let on? By any words? She said?
• 1:21:02
  Speaker 9: She didn't thank me when I told her gone? Well then,
• 1:21:07
  Speaker 9: she said, and well then like a threat, and then
• 1:21:11
  Speaker 9: her voice came scraping, slow, Oh you, why did you
• 1:21:16
  Speaker 9: let him.
• 1:21:16
  Speaker 2: Go, asked why we let him? You let me there,
• 1:21:21
  Speaker 2: I'll ask her why she let him. She didn't dare
• 1:21:24
  Speaker 2: to speak when he was here. Their number's twenty one.
• 1:21:29
  Speaker 2: The thing won't work. Someone's receivers down the handle stumbles
• 1:21:34
  Speaker 2: the stubborn thing. The way it jars your arm, it's theirs.
• 1:21:38
  Speaker 2: She's dropped it from her hand and gone.
• 1:21:40
  Speaker 9: Try speaking, say hello, Hello, Hello.
• 1:21:45
  Speaker 2: What do you hear? I hear an empty room? You
• 1:21:50
  Speaker 2: know it sounds that way, And yes, I hear I
• 1:21:54
  Speaker 2: think I hear a clock and windows rattling. No step though,
• 1:22:02
  Speaker 2: if she's there, she's sitting down.
• 1:22:04
  Speaker 7: Shout.
• 1:22:05
  Speaker 9: She may hear you.
• 1:22:07
  Speaker 2: Shouting is no good.
• 1:22:08
  Speaker 9: Keep speaking, then.
• 1:22:10
  Speaker 2: Hello, Hello, Hello. You don't suppose she wouldn't go outdoors.
• 1:22:17
  Speaker 9: I'm half afraid that's just what she might do, and
• 1:22:20
  Speaker 9: leave the children wait and call again. You can't hear
• 1:22:24
  Speaker 9: whether she has left the door wide open, and the
• 1:22:26
  Speaker 9: wind's blown out the lamp and the fires died, and
• 1:22:29
  Speaker 9: the room's dark and cold.
• 1:22:31
  Speaker 2: One of two things. Either she's gone to bed or
• 1:22:35
  Speaker 2: gone outdoors.
• 1:22:36
  Speaker 9: In which case both are lost. Do you know what
• 1:22:39
  Speaker 9: she's like? Have you ever met her? It's strange. She
• 1:22:42
  Speaker 9: doesn't want to speak to us.
• 1:22:45
  Speaker 2: Fred, see if you can hear what I hear? Come
• 1:22:49
  Speaker 2: a clock? Maybe don't you hear something else?
• 1:22:53
  Speaker 9: Not talking?
• 1:22:54
  Speaker 4: No?
• 1:22:55
  Speaker 9: Why? Yes?
• 1:22:56
  Speaker 2: I hear? What is it? What do you say?
• 1:23:00
  Speaker 9: It is a baby's crying frantic? It sounds, though, muffled
• 1:23:05
  Speaker 9: and far off.
• 1:23:07
  Speaker 2: It's mother wouldn't let it cry like that, Not if
• 1:23:10
  Speaker 2: she's there.
• 1:23:12
  Speaker 9: What do you make of it?
• 1:23:14
  Speaker 2: There's only one thing possible to make. That is, assuming
• 1:23:19
  Speaker 2: that she has gone out. Of course she hasn't.
• 1:23:22
  Speaker 10: Though they both sat down helpless.
• 1:23:26
  Speaker 9: There's nothing we can do till morning.
• 1:23:29
  Speaker 2: Fred, I shan't let you think of going out.
• 1:23:32
  Speaker 9: Hold on.
• 1:23:34
  Speaker 10: The double bell began to chap. They started up. Fred
• 1:23:38
  Speaker 10: took the telephone.
• 1:23:40
  Speaker 9: Hello Meserve, you're there then, and your wife good? Why
• 1:23:45
  Speaker 9: I asked? She didn't seem to answer.
• 1:23:48
  Speaker 2: He says.
• 1:23:49
  Speaker 9: She went to let him in the barn. We're glad.
• 1:23:53
  Speaker 9: Oh say no more about it, man, drop in and
• 1:23:55
  Speaker 9: see us when you're passing.
• 1:23:58
  Speaker 2: Well. She has then, though what she wants him for
• 1:24:02
  Speaker 2: I don't see.
• 1:24:04
  Speaker 9: Possibly not for herself. Maybe she only wants him for
• 1:24:07
  Speaker 9: the children.
• 1:24:08
  Speaker 2: The whole to do seems to have been for nothing.
• 1:24:11
  Speaker 2: What spoiled Our night was to him just his fun.
• 1:24:14
  Speaker 2: What did he come in for to talk and visit?
• 1:24:18
  Speaker 2: Thought he'd just call to tell us it was snowing.
• 1:24:21
  Speaker 2: If he thinks he's going to make our house a
• 1:24:23
  Speaker 2: halfway coffee house TwixT town and.
• 1:24:25
  Speaker 9: Nowhere, I thought you'd feel you'd been too much concerned.
• 1:24:30
  Speaker 2: You think you haven't been concerned yourself?
• 1:24:33
  Speaker 9: If you mean he was inconsiderate to rout us out
• 1:24:35
  Speaker 9: to think for him at midnight and then take our
• 1:24:38
  Speaker 9: advice no more than nothing? Why I agree with you,
• 1:24:42
  Speaker 9: But let's forgive him. We've had a share in one
• 1:24:45
  Speaker 9: night of his life. What'll you bet he ever calls again?
• 1:24:51
  Speaker 10: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
• 1:25:00
  Speaker 2: The Sound of the Trees from Mountain Interval, written by
• 1:25:05
  Speaker 2: Robert Frost, read for libravox dot Org by Maria caspar
• 1:25:11
  Speaker 2: I wonder about the trees? Why do we wish to
• 1:25:15
  Speaker 2: bear forever the noise of these more than another noise
• 1:25:19
  Speaker 2: so close to our dwelling place. We suffer them by
• 1:25:23
  Speaker 2: the day till we lose all measure of pace and
• 1:25:27
  Speaker 2: fixety in our joys and acquire a listening air. They
• 1:25:33
  Speaker 2: are that that talks of going, but never gets away,
• 1:25:38
  Speaker 2: and that talks no less, for knowing, as it grows
• 1:25:42
  Speaker 2: wiser and older, that now it means to stay. My
• 1:25:47
  Speaker 2: feet tug at the floor, and my head sways to
• 1:25:52
  Speaker 2: my shoulder. Sometimes when I watch trees sway from the
• 1:25:57
  Speaker 2: window or the door, I shall set forth for somewhere.
• 1:26:02
  Speaker 2: I shall make the reckless choice. Some day, when they
• 1:26:07
  Speaker 2: are in voice and tossing, so as to scare the
• 1:26:10
  Speaker 2: white clouds over them on, I shall have less to say,
• 1:26:15
  Speaker 2: but I shall be gone. End of poem. This recording
• 1:26:21
  Speaker 2: is in the public domain. End of Mountain interval, written
• 1:26:27
  Speaker 2: by Robert Frost.