2O8 FROM A NEW ENGLAND HILLSIDE. 



into the fields, hearing behind me, but sub 

 dued in the distance, the mocking tintinnab 

 ulation of the fiend-like machine. 



The trolley is knocking at our doors ; the 

 uncouth poles already mar the prospect, and 

 we hear the sharp ring of iron upon iron as 

 the spikes are driven home. It is no longer 

 a question of possibilities ; the emergency 

 is upon us, and there is little room left for 

 speculation as to what changes may be im 

 pending. With characteristic subjection of 

 common rights and convenience to individ 

 ual ease and advantage, our main highway 

 outside of the village which at places is 

 but narrow, is sacrificed to the intruder, and 

 wicked pedestrians, and riders upon horse 

 back, and drivers in carriages, must take 

 their chances of disastrous accident or 

 &quot;electrocution.&quot; 



So far, thanks to close supervision, no 

 serious damage has been done to our finest 

 trees, and we hope to save these from 

 destruction. If we succeed in this, we shall 

 be more fortunate than many; but we view 

 the possibility of an attack upon our Main 

 street with a shudder of apprehension. If 

 the cars were not so very heavy, we should 

 be disposed to say that they should only 

 pass that way, if at all, over our own 



