Jewett was born in Maine and often tagged along with her physician father as he made his rounds visiting the people of rural New England. Here Sarah Orne Jewett transports us to a small seaside community in Maine at the end of the nineteenth century. I seem to keep returning to these tranquil, quiet stories of a time gone by, when life was simpler but not necessarily without its own share of hardships. I could not breathe deep enough or long enough. Life was resumed, and anxious living blew away as if it had not been. "… the first salt wind from the east, the first sight of a lighthouse set boldly on its outer rock, the flash of a gull, the waiting procession of seaward-bound firs on an island, made me feel solid and definite again, instead of a poor, incoherent being.
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