FAR AND NEAR 



bottom of the pool, like that of a huge muskrat, 

 feeling under rocks and roots of trees, and staying 

 down so long that our lungs ached in sympathy. 

 Only a few days before, he said, he had caught fish 

 there with his hands, but this time he could not 

 bring one to the surface. 



We overtook girls and boys who had been to 

 market at Chapelton and were on their way home 

 with lightened burdens, some of them making a 

 journey of fifteen miles each way. How lithe and 

 supple some of the young women were, running and 

 dodging and playing games with the boys as they 

 went along, and never losing the burdens from their 

 heads! A squad of four or five kept with us for 

 many miles. I shall not soon forget their happy faces 

 and bright, playful ways. 



At Frankfield we passed the night in a police 

 station, — the first experience of the kind any of us 

 had ever had. There was no lodging-house in the 

 place. We had a letter to the police sergeant, and 

 he took us into their snug, clean quarters, and made 

 us comfortable. 



The most interesting sight w^e saw here was the 

 ruins of an old sugar-mill, — fragments of walls and 

 arches overgrown with vines and trees, and the iron 

 skeleton of a large water-wheel. The date in the 

 wall was 1773. At that time all the slopes and hills 

 about were covered with sugar-cane. 



The next day, which was Sunday, we pushed on 



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