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SummerIjJoods 
long, and where the musquash builds 
his domed houses every autumn, all 
unconscious of traps and undismayed 
by the fear of losing his warm jacket 
ere the spring comes. 
Though the village is visited every 
summer by a few score of people in 
search of recreation, no man ever 
visits the lonely little pond; for the 
evergreens stand close about it and 
hide it so well that you cannot see it 
from any road or hilltop. Even the 
natives are, with few exceptions, un- 
aware of its existence. It sleeps there 
among its evergreens as wild to-day 
as when the first man found it and 
called it Deer Pond from what he 
saw on the shore. 
