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The Theme
Hewonderedwhyhefeltreassured—andthen,whyhefeltthesudden,inexplicablewishthatthesethingswerenotleftintheopen,unprotectedagainsttheemptyspaceabove.
WhenhecametoFifthAvenue,hekepthiseyesonthewindowsofthestoreshepassed. Therewasnothingheneededorwishedtobuy;buthelikedtoseethedisplayofgoods,anygoods,objectsmadebymen,tobeusedbymen. Heenjoyedthesightofaprosperousstreet;notmorethaneveryfourthoneofthestoreswasoutofbusiness,itswindowsdarkandempty.
Hedidnotknowwhyhesuddenlythoughtoftheoaktree.Nothinghadrecalledit.ButhethoughtofitandofhischildhoodsummersontheTaggartestate. HehadspentmostofhischildhoodwiththeTaggartchildren,andnowheworkedforthem,ashisfatherandgrandfatherhadworkedfortheirfatherandgrandfather.
ThegreatoaktreehadstoodonahillovertheHudson,inalonelyspotoftheTaggartestate.EddieWillers,agedseven,likedtocomeandlookatthattree. Ithadstoodthereforhundredsofyears,andhethoughtitwouldalwaysstandthere. Itsrootsclutchedthehilllikeafistwithfingerssunkintothesoil,andhethoughtthatifagiantweretoseizeitbythetop,hewouldnotbeabletouprootit,butwouldswingthehillandthewholeoftheearthwithit,likeaballattheendofastring. Hefeltsafeintheoaktree’spresence;itwasathingthatnothingcouldchangeorthreaten;itwashisgreatestsymbolofstrength.
Onenight,lightningstrucktheoaktree.Eddiesawitthenextmorning.