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projected from the steep fyank, and extended 

 over the road. A little beyond, the valley 

 opened to the east, and, looking ahead about 

 one mile, we saw smoke going up from a 

 single chimney. Pressing on, just as the 

 sun was setting, we entered the deserted 

 village. The barking of the dog brought 

 the whole family into the street, and they 

 stood till we came up. Strangers in that 

 country were a novelty, and we were greeted 

 like familiar acquaintances. 



Hunter, the head, proved to be a first-rate 

 type of an Americanized Irishman. His 

 wife was a Scotch woman. They had a 

 family of five or six children, two of them 

 grown-up daughters modest, comely young 

 women as you would find anywhere. The 

 elder of the two had spent a winter in New 

 York with her aunt, which perhaps made her 

 a little more self-conscious when in the pres- 

 ence of the strange young men. Hunter was 

 hired by the company at a dollar a day to live 

 here, and see that things were not wantonly 

 destroyed but allowed to go to decay properly 

 and decently. He had a substantial, roomy 

 frame house and any amount of grass and 

 woodland. He had good barns and kept 

 considerable stock, and raised various farm 



