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AMERICAN HOMES AND GARDENS 



November, 1908 



Harvesting Within the Shadows of the Maine Woods 



The Farming Experiment of a Woman 



By Annette Bradshaw 



O JOURNEY into the Maine woods for a 

 breath of real air and a chance to "listen 

 to the silence" after being, for an extensive 

 period, one of the atoms that tear through 

 existence in New York, is a recognized 

 method of showing signs of good sense, at 

 any rate to people who enjoy life enough 



to care about prolonging the number of years they spend 



being an atom. 



But to be a female atom, and to journey into the Maine 



woods, for the benefits mentioned, and then to return, hav- 

 ing, instead of good gold and silver, a deed to a thousand 

 acres of mountain, was looked upon, when it happened to be 

 my doings, as signs of anything but good sense. 



This particular mountain, however, is very beautiful, and 

 between forty and one hundred years ago belonged to a great- 

 grandfather, who expended so much care and labor on it 

 that no one since seems to have considered it necessary to do 

 any more. Of the thousand acres, he had cleared about four 

 hundred, and fenced them into fields and pastures. Brooks 



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The House and Farm Buildings Nestled on the Hillside Beneath the Mountain 



