John Inglefield's Thanksgiving
                        
                     
                                                         
                
                    John Inglefield's Thanksgiving
                                            
                            By Nathaniel Hawthorne
                            
                                30 Sep, 2019                            
                            
                         
                                        
                                                                        Brief Extract: On the evening of Thanksgiving day, John Inglefield, the blacksmith, sat in his elbow-chair, among those who had been keeping festival at his board. Being the central figure of the domestic circle, the fire threw its strongest light on
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                                                Brief Extract: On the evening of Thanksgiving day, John Inglefield, the blacksmith, sat in his elbow-chair, among those who had been keeping festival at his board. Being the central figure of the domestic circle, the fire threw its strongest light on his massive and sturdy frame, reddening his rough visage, so that it looked like the head of an iron statue, all aglow, from his own forge, and with its features rudely fashioned on his own anvil. Less