The Road to Dumbiedykes 



and a good, rich, level forty you will 

 find it too, though it wants tile. That 

 peculiar "humpy" condition of the 

 turf in the pasture on your right — 

 which is not a part of the property of 

 which we speak — reflects even more 

 clearly a demand for drainage. 



The driveway will lead you along a 

 row of stately maples at the end of 

 which the land rises, and if your eyes 

 are keen, as you round a sharp curve 

 up a slight elevation, you may catch 

 a glimpse of what was once an old 

 farmhouse, all but hidden in the trees, 

 where it is aging peacefully in deep 

 seclusion. 



It is a house with a history. Of that 

 make no doubt. The only trouble 

 is we don't know the history. How- 

 ever, that makes no real difference. 

 What we do know, and what must 

 necessarily have been the situation 

 in the years long gone, will enable us 

 to contrast without special difficulty 

 its past and present. A great change 



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