motes ot tbe 



ney itself twenty-five feet high. It is useless for 

 architects to tell us a big fireplace will not fit a 

 small room. Let those who think so come here 

 and see this glorious structure. 



Since the day of the settling of this farm, just 

 two centuries ago, the changes of ownership have 

 been only from father to son, and such a strange 

 accumulation of personal effects as we found scat- 

 tered about ! New tools had gradually replaced 

 old ones, but the latter had been preserved, so 

 that the evolution of many a utensil could have 

 been traced. Then, too, there were domestic fos- 

 sils, as the spinning-wheel and many a tool for 

 the preparation of flax. Here was a colonial 

 museum and a dwelling combined. A sewing- 

 machine and grandfather's clock, side by side, and 

 a "rocker" that was the comfort of the great- 

 grandmother still a comfort to child of the fourth 

 or fifth generation. 



We passed from such pleasant surroundings to 

 the site of an old Indian village on the river bank. 

 Possibly to many such a spot may be a soul- 

 sickening solitude, and, indeed, a wilderness of 

 Jamestown weed, thistles, and nettles scarcely 

 commands our admiration; but the Indians had 

 been here, and the river remained as in the days 

 of their glory, and this meant much to us. Be- 

 times the camp-fire was alight, and the single 

 sound that we heard was the ripple of the river 

 but a few yards away. The sobering silence of 

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