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stopped for the night. This, like most of the localities 
bearing names on this road, was a place to name, which, 
in the midst of the unnamed and unincorporated wilder¬ 
ness, was to make a distinction without a difference, it 
seemed to me. Here, however, I noticed quite an or¬ 
chard of healthy and well-grown apple-trees, in a bear¬ 
ing state, it being the oldest settler’s house in this region, 
but all natural fruit, and comparatively worthless for 
want of a grafter. And so it is generally, lower down 
the river. It would be a good speculation, as well as 
a favor conferred on the settlers, for a Massachusetts 
boy to go down there with a trunk full of choice scions, 
and his grafting apparatus, in the spring. 
The next morning we drove along through a high and 
hilly country, in view of Cold-Stream Pond, a beautiful 
lake four or five miles long, and came into the Houlton 
road again, here called the military road, at Lincoln, 
forty-five miles from Bangor, where there is quite a vil¬ 
lage for this country, — the principal one above Old- 
town. Learning that there were several wigwams here, 
on one of the Indian islands, we left our horse and wagon, 
and walked through the forest half a mile to the river, 
to procure a guide to the mountain. It was not till 
after considerable search that we discovered their habi¬ 
tations, — small huts, in a retired place, where the 
scenery was unusually soft and beautiful, and the shore 
skirted with pleasant meadows and graceful elms. We 
paddled ourselves across to the island-side in a canoe, 
which we found on the shore. Near where we landed 
sat an Indian girl ten or twelve years old, on a rock in 
the water, in the sun, washing, and humming or moan¬ 
ing a song meanwhile. It was an aboriginal strain. A 
salmon-spear, made wholly of wood, lay on the shore, 
