"To a child, Nook Farm was a misty land of golden glory, where my dear mother's relatives lived and where the chestnut harvest in the autumn, falling from the beautiful chestnut trees on the slope running down to the little brooklet from my grandfather Hooker's house, remained one of the perennial delights of autumn. Now, alas, the golden glory of the autumn is gone, the chestnut trees were killed by the blight, and the brooklet is filled up, while the Hart and Hegeman factories occupy the woodsy meadows lying southeast of this and the old Charles Dudley Warner house."

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