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Lonely is the Big Marsh today; the few passing 

 Cranes have discarded it as an aero-station, and 

 the call of their old enemy is fading from the 

 subconsciousness of the younger generation of 

 frogs; if heard close at hand I do not believe one 

 would dive to cover. All this occurred more than 

 a quarter of a century ago and Mr. S. Hill Crane 

 has moved to town with the family with which 

 he has lived so long, and spends his last days 

 looking down on chickens and in the Spring, utter- 

 ing soft nothings to the South wind, that has, also, 

 seemingly abandoned her wireless station on the 

 Big Marsh. 



When we went into the wilderness to live in a 

 log house; that house was only a mile from the 

 village of Dartford, but between our house and 

 the little village was Mills' Swamp, and through 

 it the road was made by placing little logs side by 

 side, and then putting brush over the logs and 

 dirt over both. The track was not more than a 

 dozen feet wide and neither side was fenced, but 

 old Mills was going to fence his side and had piles 

 of rails along, once in such a distance, and for 

 years neglected to build a fence. Why should 

 he, when other people only fenced their cultivated 

 land? There was not another house between our 

 house and the east side of the village, and Jerry 

 Norton had no difficulty in making a certain seven- 

 year-old boy believe that Mills' Swamp had been 



