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Father Winter
Every day was separating them, probably for life, farther and farther from all past associations, and unexpectedly to meet old acquaintances was like a spring in the desert to a weary pilgrim.
They were charmed with this part of the country. Peaches were so abundant that the farmers turned their hogs in to fatten upon them. Farmers in southern Michigan did the same forty years later, but complained that the peach-stones broke the hogs' teeth so that they could not chew corn. But they have no such trouble now.
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