lo In Touch with Nature. 



suit you, keep out of the woods. The shady side 

 of a village street is all you need. 



There were high hills behind the tent, a broad 

 river in front, and in mid-stream two beautiful 

 islands. The latter were evidently one island 

 originally, although the oldest inhabitant denies 

 it. Whether or not, I shall call them one, for the 

 separating cross-flow of water does not prevent 

 wading from the upper to the lower section. The 

 interest here is threefold, — its natural history, its 

 archeology, and its colonial history. When we 

 find so much worthy of contemplation, and so 

 little of man's destructive interference, it is well 

 to be in touch with our surroundings. Merely 

 catching a glimpse from the car-window of the 

 river and its double island, one would little sus- 

 pect how much has transpired in this quiet nook, 

 and how very much remains of truly olden times. 

 Moss had gathered on the walls of more than one 

 house before the Revolution was dreamed of, and 

 on that island once lived that sturdy hunter that 

 walked (?) sixty odd miles in a day and a half, in 

 the interests of the brothers Penn. 



This man, Edward Marshall, has passed into 



