Some men and some scenes so fasten themselves into one's memory that the years, with their crowding scenes and men, have no power to displace them. Far down to the bottom and up again, in waving curves it swept, to the summit of the distant mountains opposite, and through this dark-green mass the broad river ran like a silver ribbon gleaming in the sunlight.
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