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learning. Looking across the meadows of 

 Dewing Brook, never greener than at that 

 moment, we were charmed by the distant pic- 

 ture of feeding cattle, boys fishing in the brook, 

 snug and well-fashioned farm buildings, lofty 

 shade trees in full bloom, and behind them the 

 clustered buildings of the college and the town. 

 It might have been a mellow fragment of old 

 England but for the bunch of very new, dirty, 

 and disorderly shanties which appeared in one 

 corner of the picture to remind us that New 

 England is also New Ireland. Entering the 

 town, we made our way to the railway station 

 with speed and directness. As it was Saturday 

 afternoon a fair share of the eight hundred 

 students (or a share of the eight hundred fair 

 students) were in the streets, walking, driving, 

 bicycling, catching trains for town, exercising 

 dogs, and otherwise disporting themselves. My 

 companion being a bachelor, still in moderate 

 years, I sighed with relief when our train started 

 and I had him safely penned in a front seat 

 next the window. 



