18 WASTE-LAND WANDERINGS. 



farm-liouse, still standing some distance back from the 

 creek — a house with a history, of which more here- 

 after. 



In the pasture between it and the creek, a number of 

 Philadelphians, in '93, encamped for a time, while the 

 scourge was raging in the city. Some years after, the 

 circumstance having been forgotten, Charles Lucien Bo- 

 naparte, having noticed a number of diminutive earth- 

 works, had a careful examination made of the sjDot, un- 

 der the impression that an Indian village site had been 

 discovered. Yery soon a few arrow-heads were found, 

 and much burnt earth and charcoal. The prince was 

 delio:hted, and arrano-ed for an exhaustive search over 

 the entire area; and soon after, an abundance of glass 

 and glazed pottery was brought to light. The enthu- 

 siasm of the prince became disgust, and subsequently his 

 attention was given wholly to zoology. 



After all, he was ric^ht. Although the circular rido^es 

 and one low mound were the work of the Phihidel- 

 phians, the meadow was an Indian village site. Re- 

 cently, one portion was badly gullied by a freshet, and 

 immediatelv afterwards I found abundant traces of the 

 dusky savages. Recalling this, I landed here and walked 

 for half an hour over every spot where the sod was 

 broken. Relics of Indians were as abundant as ever, 

 but not a trace of the Philadelphians. 



Returning to the boat, I pushed out from these sug- 

 gestive shores, and passing a dense cluster of arrow- 

 wood, startled a lonely chat, perhaps the last of the sea- 

 son. I waited long, in hopes that it would sing, but it 

 would not. Approaching cautiously, I obtained a better 



