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o'clock. We were hungry enough, too, and the din< 

 ner cooked by the landlady, after the way of civiliza- 

 tion, the fresh wheat bread and the sweet milk, was a 

 pleasant thing to sit down to. 



This pleasant little hamlet has its history, eventful 

 though brief; a part of which has transpired since my 

 guide and myself visited it on this our return from 

 our "tramp in the Chataugay woods." It was a small 

 place then, and has. since been entirely " wiped out." 

 It has, however, appeared again, and it is now, in 

 1854, a smart, neat little town, remarkable, however, 

 only for one of the finest mills for the manufacture of 

 lumber in the State a mill capable of sawing forty 

 thousand feet of lumber per day. I have never seen 

 so extensive an establishment for the manufacturing 

 of lumber, about which everything was so neat, and 

 which is managed with such system and order. There 

 are, perhaps, a dozen or more houses clustered to- 

 gether, conspicuous among which is a large tavern 

 house just being finished. A year ago, this little 

 town was as large as it is now. It contained as many 

 houses, nearly as good a mill, and as many inhabit- 

 ants. It was squatted down right in the woods all 

 around it was forest. The trees that had been chop* 



