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We may go north through Winchendon, south through Templeton, 

 or go straight on through Mill Glen to Lake Denison, a famous ancient 

 resort of the Indians, and the home of the white water-lih' {Nymphaea 

 odorata ), which grows here in thousands. 



"God's plans like lilies pure and white unfold, 

 We must not tear the close shut leaves apart, 

 Time will reveal the calyxes of gold." 



The Beryl Mine. 



Near the lake is the ford across Miller's river, beside which Mrs. Row- 

 landson camped with the Indians on her return to Wachusett for ran- 

 som, the soldiers abandoning the pursuit on the farther shore. Beyond 

 the lake, a by-road follows the abandoned bed of the railroad, whose 

 course was changed to the other side of the river. It runs straight as 

 an arrow for nearly two miles, at one time high above the swamp on an 

 embankment, at another ctitting through a rocky hill, where ledges 

 tower above our heads 



"Huge pillars that in middle heaven u])rear 

 Their weather-beaten capitals." 



Overgrown with brush, uncared for, in the spring axle-deep in water 



