Harvest-time was almost come and the great new land was resting under coverlets of gold. From the rise above the town of Lebanon there stretched out ungarnered wheat in the ear as far as sight could reach and the place itself and the neighbouring town of Manitou on the other side of the Sagalac River were like islands washed by a topaz sea.
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Harvest-time was almost come and the great new land was resting under coverlets of gold. From the rise above the town of Lebanon there stretched out ungarnered wheat in the ear as far as sight could reach and the place itself and the neighbouring town of Manitou on the other side of the Sagalac River were like islands washed by a topaz sea.
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