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has gone and the sound of the young frogs certainly brought back the past to me last night.    As I lay in my old room it did not seem possible that I was no longer the child that used to go to sleep to that dreamy piping from the hollows, and that the bond of love, sympathy & mutual understanding with my father has long since broken or been strained to a lost thread. —— A bond which was so a part of life & breath