Main Street - (From: "The Snow Image and Other Twice-Told Tales") by Nathaniel Hawthorne
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been well oiled; a multitude of puppets are dressed in character,
representing all varieties of fashion, from the Puritan cloak and jerkin to the latest Oak Hall coat; the lamps are trimmed, and shall brighten into noontide sunshine, or fade away in moonlight, or muffle their brilliancy in a November cloud, as the nature of the scene may require; and, in short, the exhibition is just ready to commence. Unless something should go wrong,--as, for instance, the misplacing of a picture, whereby the people and events of one century might be thrust into the middle of another; or the breaking of a wire, which would bring the course of time to a sudden period,--barring, I say, the casualties to which such a complicated piece of mechanism is liable,--I flatter myself, ladies and gentlemen,--that the performance will elicit your generous approbation. Ting-a-ting-ting! goes the bell; the curtain rises; and we behold-not, indeed, the Main Street--but the track of leaf-strewn forest-land over which its dusty pavement is hereafter to extend. You perceive, at a glance, that this is the ancient and primitive wood,-- the ever-youthful and venerably old,--verdant with new twigs, yet hoary, as it were, with the snowfall of innumerable years, that have accumulated upon its intermingled branches. The white man's axe has never smitten a single tree; his footstep has never crumpled a single one of the withered leaves, which all the autumns since the flood have been harvesting beneath. Yet, see! along through the vista of impending boughs, there is already a faintly traced path, running nearly east and west, as if a prophecy or foreboding of the future street had stolen into the heart of the solemn old wood. Onward goes this hardly perceptible track, now ascending over a natural swell of land, now subsiding gently into a hollow; traversed here by a little streamlet, which glitters like a snake |
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