The Rescue of an Old Place 

 A marsh trunks and roots of trees, old crockery, 



will swallow , . . ,. . , 



everything, ashes, the debris of our own and other 

 people's places, it "swallows them all 

 without any remorse," till the top of the 

 fence along the road has nearly disap- 

 peared from view, and still it calls for 

 more, and continues to subside. 



Across the street our neighbors have 

 tried the experiment before us, so that we 

 are aware that it is unsafe to put soil on 

 this gravel until after it has had a chance 

 to settle for a year or two, otherwise a high 

 tide is liable to come and wash away all 

 the loam out to sea. 



As the surface rises the fresh water runs 

 off less easily, so that the enterprise gains 

 in magnitude as it goes along, and the 

 space covered promises to turn out a 

 whole acre instead of half a one, before 

 the job is fairly completed. 



A capacious Still, time and the hill will fill even this 

 capacious maw, and, though at present in 

 a transition state, the meadow gives prom- 

 ise of a beautiful grass field, which, it is 

 to be hoped, will repay all the labor of its 

 construction. 



The tradition goes that the building of 

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