30 Travels in a Tree-top 



of the nearest town, It is a good place 

 to dump what we don't want on the farm." 

 This old fellow would always drive me 

 out of his orchard when apples were ripe, 

 but I liked him for the sentiment I have 

 quoted. 



I am out of town now, and what of the 

 world in another direction ? Turning to the 

 east, I have farm after farm before me ; all 

 diiFerent, yet with a strong family likeness. 

 This region was taken up by English Quakers 

 about 1670 and a little later, and the houses 

 they built were as much alike as are these 

 people in their apparel. The second set of 

 buildings were larger only and no less severely 

 plain ; but immediately preceding the Revo- 

 lution there were some very substantial man- 

 sions ere6led. From my perch in the tree- 

 top I cannot see any of the houses distinftly, 

 but locate them all by the group of Weymouth 

 pines in front and sometimes both before and 

 behind them. The old-time Lombardy pop- 

 lar was the tree of the door-yards at first, but 

 these, in this neighborhood, have well-nigh 

 all died out, and the pines replace them. 

 One farm-house is vividly pi6lured before me, 

 although quite out of sight. The owner 



