HOW IT HAPPENED 



Nuashmanek! how pretty it looked, but how baldly sanitary 

 it sounded to our too civilized senses! No, the old Indian tribes 

 should be remembered in our hearts but not on our writing paper; 

 the wild grape with its honey-sweet blossoms, '' the subtlest, 

 most evanescent of all sweet odors," should twine about our woods 

 and our arbors ; but for our name we must go farther afield. 



Leaving this subject to some future inspiration, we continued 

 our gladsome planning. We will not only preserve what is now 

 here, we said to each other, but we will bring here every wild 

 flower that will grow; in the open spaces beside the water where 

 the birds love to congregate, we will make a berry garden for their 

 use alone, so that from May on through the whole long summer, 

 and until Christmas-tide, a feast may be spread for them. We will 

 tempt the shy creatures of the wood to our doors. No enemy shall 

 be here to frighten them, but always food and drink and a hearty 

 welcome. This shall be our Happiness and our Life Play. 



