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the lay of these moun­tains, but what that might have been, Applegarth had not enough training to detect. In this way the somnolent 1950s drew to a close. “We have them with us always. “Where will we sell the stuff?” Steed replied, “Eastern Shore people love horses.

While they stood guard, Matt Turlock walked gravely up the path, noting the last daylilies as they withered on their brown-green stalks. He then proceeded to demonstrate everything that was wrong with this long, painfully obvious old poem: its forced rhymes Other trucks hauled in earth to cover the garbage, and slowly, inevitably Patamoke Gardens took shape. Levin Paxmore, in his forty years at Patamoke, had built many oceangoing vessels, but they had been stodgy af­fairs: snows with ridiculous paired masts, and brigs with stumpy ones.