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again it run over one long flat rock, and fell down six or 

 eight feet into the pool. This they called a cascade, but 

 it looked to me just like a water-fall in a trout brook, only 

 it wa n t half so handsome. They said this concern cost 

 over eight thousand dollars, and that is mor n Dick Sand 

 ers whole farm is worth, saw-mill, trout brook, and all. 

 The little walks around the place they called the Ramble, 

 Mrs. Bunker said, made her think, for all the world, of a 

 huckleberry pasture full of rabbit paths, and she didn t 

 believe but Fred Olmstead had just made a map of some 

 place up here on our hills, and told his hired men to mark 

 it out accordingly. It was a pretty woodsy place, she ad 

 mitted, but thought the city folks were paying pretty dear 

 for their whistle. 



That may be so, but I suppose they have earned their 

 money, and can spend it as they please. I couln t help 

 thinking that it was enough sight cheaper for a man, if he 

 has a longing for such things, to export himself into the 

 country, than to try and import the country into the city, 

 where, at best, he only got a small sample, and not a very 

 perfect specimen at that. I have n t a doubt that Mr. 

 Olmstead has done his work as well as any body could, 

 but it seems to me that we who till the soil, get rather 

 better looking trout brooks, water-falls, and bush pastures 

 at a more reasonable rate. We came home thinking -that 

 we were about as well off as our neighbors, content to 

 live in a region where trout brooks run naturally, and 

 where brakes and ferns, bulrushes and pond lilies are the 

 portion of every man s farm. It is a great country where 

 skunk cabbage is grown in the flower gardens. 

 Yours to command, 



TIMOTHY BUNKER, ESQ. 



Hookertown, June, 1860. 



[We generally let Squire Bunker have his say in his 

 own words, for he utters a good many solid truths in his 

 way. His intended criticisms upon our Central Park we 



