The Country of the Pointed Firs #229799

When one really knows a village like this and its surroundings, it is like becoming acquainted with a single person. The process of falling in love at first sight is as swift it is swift in such a case, but the growth of true friendship may be a lifelong affair.<br><br>After a first brief visit made two or three summers before in the course of a yachting cruise, a lover of Dunnet Landing returned to find the unchanged shores of the pointed rs, the same quaintness of the village with its elaborate conventionalities; all that mixture of remoteness, and childish cerainty of being the centre of civilization of which her affectionate dreams had told. One evening in June, a single passenger landed upon the steamboat wharf. The tide was high, there was a fine crowd of spectators, and the younger portion of the company followed her with subdued excitement up the narrow street of the salt-aired, white-clapboarded little town.