When 



Zbc JSett^ Sprina 1Roa&. 



"The south wind wanders from field to forest, 

 And softly whispers, ' The Spring is here," 



we first of all turn our horse's head eastward, passing from the busy 

 town streets at once into the shade of the overhanging and " venerable 

 woods" at Betty's Spring, the choicest spot in Gardner, where the 



birds sing in the branches, and, at 

 evening, the plaintive cry of the 

 whip-poor-will echoes the shrill call 

 of the quail. In the early part of 

 the present century, two Indians, 



Moneses. 



Pyrola. 



Pipsissewa. 



Betty and her husband Jonas, last of 



their tribe, lived on the side-hill 



above the spring since called 1)y her 



name, in the cottage built by one of 



the early settlers, John Miles. Only 



the cellar now remains. Before this 



they lived a few rods ])eyond the 



railroad crossing on the right, on 



the Beech Hill road, where faint 



traces of the cellar may still be 



found in the woods. Afterwards, 



with a nephew named Jodorus, they moved to the Temple place on 



Green street, and died there. In the shadow of the woods by Betty's 



Spring, beneath the great trees, 



" Huge trunks and each particular trunk a growth 



Of intertwisted fibres serpentine 



Upcurling and inveterately convolved," 



Buckbean. 



