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meadows were rich and especially fine grass 

 land. Although it was nearly the first of 

 October, the meadow grass was still quite 

 green and higher than the knees. 



" Here is our stopping-place for the pres- 

 ent," he said, as the schooner came out on 

 the bank of the stream. " I know that it 

 is good water by the looks of it. This is 

 fine land. It is sheltered, and altogether 

 an ideal spot for our home." 



So a suitable camping-place was selected 

 and the cow and the mule were turned loose 

 upon the meadow. 



The following morning they began in 

 earnest to make ready for the winter. They 

 had brought a few necessary tools with 

 them, such as carpenters' tools, a plough, 

 shovels, hoes, rakes, and nearly all the small 

 farm-tools. 



There were two things to consider and 

 these were to provide food and shelter for 

 the winter. In the frontier the stock is 



