Save on some worn-out plan,
Repeating us by rote:
For him her Old-World moulds aside she threw,
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With stuff untainted, shaped a hero new_.--LOWELL

DR. LLOYD FENNEBEN, Dean of Sunrise College, had migrated
to the Walnut Valley with the founding of the school here.
In fact, he had brought the college with him when he came hither,
and had set it, as a light not to be hidden, on the crest of that high
ridge that runs east of the little town of Lagonda Ledge. And the town
eagerly took the new school to itself; at once its pride and profit.
Yea, the town rises and sets with Sunrise. When the first gleam
of morning, hidden by the east ridge from the Walnut Valley,
glints redly from the south windows of the college dome in
the winter time, and from the north windows in the summer time,
the town bestirs; itself, and the factory whistles blow.
And when the last crimson glory of evening puts a halo of flame
about the brow of Sunrise, the people know that out beyond
the Walnut River the day is passing, and the pearl-gray mantle
of twilight is deepening to velvety darkness on the wide,
quiet prairie lands.

Lagonda Ledge was a better place after the college settled permanently
above it. Some improvident citizens took a new hold on life,
while some undesirables who had lived in lawless infamy skulked across
the Walnut and disappeared in that rough picturesque region full
of uncertainties that lies behind the west bluffs of the stream.
All this, after the college had found an abiding place on the
limestone ridge. For Sunrise had been a migratory bird before reaching