ALONE IN THE FOREST. 



The first impetus that our neighborhood received was 

 the putting up of a saw-mill at the Falls of the Otonabee, 

 about half a mile below my brother's house, and the 

 building of a bridge to connect the townships of Douro 

 and Smith, thus giving a better access ta the town of 

 Peterborough, then (18e33) the only market for our 

 produce and for the purchase of household necessaries. 



The clack of the mill wheels was soon mingling with 

 the sound of the rush of the rapids, and we were able 

 to obtain the requisite lumber to complete the new log- 

 house, and subsequently to build a frame barn and 

 stable for the cattle. 



The proprietor of the mill was an adventurous young 

 Scotchman, very ambitious and sanguine, but who 

 illustrated the truth of the Italian proverb, " His beak 

 is longer than his wings." 



He went home on speculation for a wife, and succeeded 

 in persuading a young lady who had some money to 



