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leaves along its drier upper margins, here and 

 there, and is to be found on the borders of the 

 "sea" more plentifully. Plymouth has done well 

 in making of this region a park, beautifying it 

 mainly by letting it alone, merely cutting new 

 Pilgrim trails through it. Billington's path 

 along the pond shore is thus made easy for your 

 feet and is marked with his name that you may 

 not miss it. But if you would see the real Bil- 

 lington path, made for him by generations of In- 

 dians before his day but the one that I believe he 

 trod, you will look nearer the water's edge. 

 There, tangled amidst undergrowth now, buried 

 deep in brown autumn leaves, it is yet visible 

 enough, cut into the soft sand of the pond bank. 

 In places it is cut deep. In places it is all but ob- 

 literated or vanishes altogether for a little way, 

 perhaps divides into two or three as the local 

 needs of moccasined travellers called for, but all 

 along the pond margin it goes. This is an old 

 Plymouth trail indeed, linking the Plymouth of 

 today with that of the time of the Pilgrims, and 

 long before. There are many such that lead out 

 of Plymouth, glimpsing for us the world of three 

 hundred years ago mirrored in the eyes, the ideas, 

 the ideals of today. Let us search them out. 



