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am not sure how generally they would 

 have been recognized by the townspeople. 

 The first in order was River Pasture, the 

 owner of which turned his cattle into it, 

 and every few years mowed the bushes, 

 with the result that the berries, whenever 

 there were any, were uncommonly large 

 and handsome. Not far beyond this (the 

 entrance was through a " pair of bars," 

 beside a spreading white oak) was Mill- 

 stone Pasture. This was a large, strag- 

 gling place, half pasture, half wood, full of 

 nooks and corners, with by-paths running 

 hither and thither, and named after two 

 large bowlders, which lay one on top of the 

 other. We used to clamber upon these 

 to eat our luncheon, thinking within our- 

 selves, meanwhile, that the Indians must 

 have been men of prodigious strength. At 

 that time, though I scarcely know how to 

 own it, glacial action was a thing by us un- 

 heard of. We are wiser now, on that 

 point, at any rate. Two of the other pas- 

 tures were called respectively after the rail- 

 road and a big pine-tree (there was a big 



pine-tree in W once, for I myself have 



seen the stump), while the remainder took 



