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veins of a leaf, making it a veritable rural 

 Venice. 



Back two miles in the high hills rise cool 

 streams of fresh water to turn our mill- 

 wheels and pour their new life into the sea, 

 giving us the finest oysters in the world. We 

 have twenty-five acres of these oyster grounds 

 in front of our home. 



The fields are full of quail. They nest in 

 the garden and orchard and sometimes mix 

 with the chickens ; while in unbroken reaches 

 of three thousand acres of forests roam flocks 

 of wild turkeys whose ancestors furnished 

 food and sport for Powhatan, Pocahontas 

 and Captain Smith. 



The waters are full of fish, and our baby 

 boy can catch enough for dinner within a 

 hundred yards of the house any day from 

 the first of May till the first of November. 

 In the winter the wild ducks, geese and brant 

 give the sport of kings. 



We keep a pen full of diamond-back ter- 



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