MEN OF MAINE 



Dexter, and a very, remarkable, letter, it was. I 

 will keep that letter ; " and the Squire paused and 

 mused awhile. Then he asked, " Did you notice 

 that soup ? " Yes, the lady had noticed it. " I 

 have dined, in the past, I presume, at some of 

 the best hotels in all New England, and that was 

 very, remarkable, soup. It was good ! Then 

 there was that lettis ! I could n't eat it at first, 

 because I only had a fork, so I asked for a knife. 

 Did you hear me ask for a knife ? Well, I 

 asked for a knife, and then I got along first-rate. 

 Now lettis, is not a very good tastin' vegetable, 

 natur'ly, but this lettis, had a sauce on it, that 

 was good. Then, did you notice those lit-el 

 cups of coffee, and those //V-el spoons ? Well, I 

 asked Mrs. Dexter, and she told me, that those 

 lit-el spoons, were just made, for those Ht-e\ 

 cups." 



The old Squire rests in the graveyard by the 

 brook, and his tall form, with that face so like to 

 Emerson's, is seen no more upon the village 

 streets. His graceful courtesy and his kindly 

 greetings are but a memory. Peace to thy 

 ashes, gentle Squire 1 



Ned Grant was a famous trapper in the region 

 years ago, and his quaint phrases, slowly drawled 

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