18 WASTE-LAND WANDERINGS. 



farm-house, 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 spot, un- 

 der the impression that an Indian village site had been 

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

 and much burnt earth and charcoal. The prince was 

 delighted, and arranged 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 right. Although the circular ridges 

 and one low mound were the work of the Philadel- 

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

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

 immediately 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 



