The Mesmeric Mountain
by Stephen Crane On the brow of a pine-plumed hillock there sat a little man with his back against a tree. A venerable pipe hung
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by Stephen Crane On the brow of a pine-plumed hillock there sat a little man with his back against a tree. A venerable pipe hung
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