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take, for the evidence of her constructive work is on every hand. 

 All along this trail her offer to the early settler was of the most 

 liberal character, but man's ingratitude and the ever grasping 

 avaricious disposition of the Anglo-Saxon perverted nature 

 prompted him to want something more and ignore the lonesome 

 cow's most generous proposition. I am reminded of the young 

 man who visited in a family where there were three girls. The 

 old man said, ''I am very proud of my girls, and would like to 

 see them comfortably married, and as I have made a little 

 money, they will not go penniless to their husbands. Now there 

 is Mary, 25 years old and a good girl; I shall give her $1,000 

 when she marries. Then comes Bet, who won't see 35 years 

 again ; I shall give her $3,000; and the man who takes Elizabeth, 

 who is 40, will have $5,000 with her." The young man reflected 

 a moment — then said, "You haven't one about 50, have you?" 



Massachusetts, the Home of Cotton Mills and Culture, 

 where Boston is located ; the Origin of Baked Beans, where the 

 first American newspaper was published, and where the first 

 blood of the Revolution was shed, and while the people of that 

 State refer with arrogance to the many historic places and re- 

 nowned people within her borders, the very zenith of enthusiasm 

 is reached when they tell you that the terminus of this trail is 

 there, and with reverence they show you the spot that is most- 

 sacred of all New England — Plymouth Rock. 



Aside from the distinction given that State by the terminus 

 being there, the trail has been lost sight of to a great extent, for 

 I apprehend the people are in about the same frame of mind as 

 the woman of great wealth who moved from the city to a coun- 

 try home of which she was snobbishly proud. One day after 

 showing a lady friend through the house, calling attention to 

 the furniture and telling the price, she took her out to where she 

 had fifty very fine Orpington chickens. Her friend said, "I 

 suppose you get lots of eggs?" The lady replied, ''No, I think 

 not." But the friend says, "Don't your hens lay?" To this she 

 replied, "Of course they can, but, considering our position they 

 don't have to." 



In following this trail we go through Vermont, whose 

 greatest claim for recognition was pumpkin pies and maple 



