The Rescue of an Old Place 



such a desirable spot should have fallen 

 into disrepute was always a surprise, for 

 the situation in itself was excellent, the 

 estate running for ni.ie hundred feet along 

 the main street of the town, and lying 

 about half way between the two villages 

 known in popular parlance as The Plain 

 and Broad Bridge, so that it was only a 

 quarter of a mile from the post-office of 

 one, while the railway station of the other 

 was within a ten minutes' moderate walk 

 for a man. Moreover, it commanded a 

 lovely inland view, and had an unusual 

 variety of surface to make it interesting, 

 as well as a fertile soil for grass and gar- 

 den. 

 A phasing The view was what particularly ap- 



prospect. . ' J 



pealed to us, for it comprised a charming 

 stretch of salt meadow, with a blue stream 

 winding through it like a ribbon, skirted 

 by low, heavily wooded hills, with a dis- 

 tant glimpse of houses overtopped by the 

 masts of the shipping in the harbor. 

 From the higher levels of the farm one 

 could catch a glimpse, when the leaves 

 were off the trees, of a strip of blue sea, 

 and Boston Light could plainly be seen 

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