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In the latter part of the last century there lived a man of science, an eminent proficient in every branch of natural philosophy, who not long before our story opens had made experience of a spiritual affinity more attractive than any chemical one.

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Max is on page 115 of 116 of Train Dreams

[…] taking itself higher and higher, more and more awful and beautiful, the originating ideal of all such sounds ever made, of the foghorn and the ship's horn, the locomotive's lonesome whistle, of opera singing and the music of flutes and the continuous moan-music of bagpipes. And suddenly it all went black. And that time was gone forever.

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Max is on page 106 of 116 of Train Dreams

He very often wept in church. Living up the Moyea with plenty of small chores to distract him, he forgot he was a sad man. When the hymns began, he remembered.

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Max is on page 101 of 116 of Train Dreams

The child's eyes sparked greenly in the lamplight like those of any wolf. Her face was that of a wolf, but hairless.

"Kate?" he said. "Is it you?" But it was.

Nothing about her told him that. He simply knew it. This was his daughter.

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Max is on page 99 of 116 of Train Dreams

And suddenly they flooded into the clearing and around it, many forms and shadows, voices screaming, and several brushed past him, touching him where he stood in his doorway, and he could hear their pads thudding on the earth. Before his mind could say “these are wolves come into my yard,” they were gone. All but one. And she was the wolf-girl.

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Max is on page 97 of 116 of Train Dreams

By now it no longer disturbed him to understand that the valley wouldn't slowly, eventually resume its condition from before the great fire. Though the signs of destruction were fading, it was a very different place now, with different plants and therefore with different animals.

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Max is on page 96 of 116 of Train Dreams

”She prob'ly don't even speak English," he said aloud, and realized that nobody else was present. He was all alone in his cabin in the woods, talking to himself, startled at his own voice. Even his dog was off wandering and hadn't come back for the night. He stared at the firelight flickering from the gaps in the stove and at the enclosing shifting curtain of utter dark.

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Max is on page 95 of 116 of Train Dreams

”God needs the hermit in the woods as much as He needs the man in the pulpit.”

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Max is on page 94 of 116 of Train Dreams

”In a civilized place, the widows don't have much to say about who they marry. There's too many running around without husbands. But here on the frontier, we're at a premium. We can take who we want, though it's not such a bargain. The trouble is you men are all worn down pretty early in life.”

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Max is on page 86 of 116 of Train Dreams

Eddie’s motives in helping the widow were easily deduced, and he didn’t state them.

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Max is on page 85 of 116 of Train Dreams

He saw the moment with his wife and child as they drank Hood's Sarsaparilla in their little cabin on a summer's night, then another cabin he'd never remembered before, the places of his hidden childhood, a vast golden wheat field, heat shimmering above a road, arms encircling him, and a woman's voice crooning, and all the mysteries of this life were answered.

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Max is on page 77 of 116 of Train Dreams

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Max is on page 76 of 116 of Train Dreams

Now he slept soundly through the nights, and often he dreamed of trains, and often of one particular train: He was on it; he could smell the coal smoke; a world went by. And then he was standing in that world as the sound of the train died away.

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Max is on page 75 of 116 of Train Dreams

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Max is on page 72 of 116 of Train Dreams

But these were the malicious speculations of idle minds, and, when the election season came, the demons of the silver standard and the railroad land snatch took their attention, and the mysteries in the hills around the Moyea Valley were forgotten for a while.

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Max is on page 63 of 116 of Train Dreams

Much that was astonishing was told of the dogs in the Panhandle and along the Kootenai River, tales of rescues, tricks, feats of supercanine intelligence and humanlike understanding. As his last job for that year, Grainier agreed to transport a man from Meadow Creek to Bonners who'd actually been shot by his own dog.

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Max is on page 54 of 116 of Train Dreams

"Howling, are you?" the Indian said. "There it is for you, then. That's what happens, that's what they say: There's not a wolf alive that can't tame a man."

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Max is on page 53 of 116 of Train Dreams

Nothing from the pup. But often, thereafter, when Grainier heard the wolves at dusk, he laid his head back and howled for all he was worth, because it did him good. It flushed out something heavy that tended to collect in his heart, and after an evening's Program with his choir of British Columbian wolves he felt warm and buoyant.

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Max is on page 51 of 116 of Train Dreams

”Might be you’ve got yourself some dog-of-wolf. Might be you’ve started your own pack, Robert.”

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Max is on page 49 of 116 of Train Dreams

He told her he would pay an extra nickel to bring her aboard the train a dozen miles into Bonners Ferry. But this must not have suited her. On the day he gathered his few things to hike down to the platform at Meadow Creek, the little red dog was nowhere to be found, and he left without her.

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Max is on page 50 of 111 of Young Goodman Brown and Other Short Stories

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Max is on page 30 of 48 of Young Goodman Brown

And when he had lived long, and was borne to his grave, a hoary corpse, followed by Faith, an aged woman, and children and grandchildren, a goodly procession,besides neighbors not a few, they carved no hopeful verse upon his tombstone; for his dying hour was gloom.

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Max is on page 22 of 48 of Young Goodman Brown

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Max is on page 20 of 48 of Young Goodman Brown

At one extremity of an open space, hemmed in by the dark wall of the forest, arose a rock, bearing some rude, natural resemblance either to an altar or a pulpit, and surrounded by four blazing pines, their tops aflame, their stems untouched, like candles at an evening meeting.

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Max is on page 18 of 48 of Young Goodman Brown

On he flew among the black pines, brandishing his staff with frenzied gestures, now giving vent to an inspiration of horrid blasphemy, and now shouting forth such laughter as set all the echoes of the forest laughing like demons around him. The fiend in his own shape is less hideous than when he rages in the breast of man.

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Max is on page 14 of 48 of Young Goodman Brown

“There is no good on earth; and sin is but a name. Come, Devil; for to thee is this world given.”

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Max is on page 43 of 116 of Train Dreams

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