A CHRISTMAS TREE "CELEBRATING" THE LONG AGO. 

 The ruins of the cellar walls may be seen dimly at the right, beyond the old apple tree. 

 The big pine tree at Long Ridge, Stamford, Connecticut, is one of the sights and landmarks of the 

 vicinity. Some sixty or seventy years ago there stood under its wide-flung arms a dwelling house — de- 

 cayed and fallen this half-century — where lived a woman named Phoebe Ayres, who has given her name 

 to this section. This backwoods district is known as the "Phoebe" country. I feel perfectly safe in saying 

 there is no pine tree for fifty miles around that can compare at all with it for size or grotesque beauty. — 

 Walter P. Terry. 



