The Call of the Unknown 



yet. "Wait till we see what is still 

 beyond." Golden opportunities sacri- 

 ficed at almost every turn of the wagon 

 wheels! Next the Scioto and its little 

 tributaries must be explored. 



Long years after this hegira, as a 

 boy of twelve, I was part of the impedi- 

 menta connected with a memorable visit 

 made by my parents to this second 

 pause in the wanderings I recount. 

 Mill Creek ! That was the little stream 

 that coursed by home number two. An 

 old covered wooden bridge led across 

 to the farm where the Virginia gypsies 

 had made another stand. Probably it 

 it there yet. I never heard of one 

 wearing out. Sound timbers and hon- 

 est workmanship went into such con- 

 structions in the good old times. Only 

 a few weeks ago I saw a railway bridge 

 of this same old-fashioned type still in 

 use somewhere in the New Hampshire 

 hills. 



Again the axe! Huge trees came 

 down to make a clearing for the corn. 

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