A Day at Northcole , New Hampshire 
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investigate the domestic stronghold. The 
gate by which one enters to mount the hill 
is in a post and rail fence, like those enclos¬ 
ing neighboring farms; and traversing the 
drive, which curves in 
easy fashion through a 
wood, we are welcomed 
by lusty cackles from a 
hen-house a few yards 
above. The drive soon 
emerges upon a grassy 
level at the house. 
H ere the kitchen door 
and the entrance to 
a woodshed confront 
us,—not the least 
appropriate point of 
approach to a place 
whose household cus¬ 
toms are truly those of 
the country. 
All the entrances are 
so equally important 
to the household that 
a search for the con¬ 
ventional front door is 
needless. We should 
likely seek our ge¬ 
nial host through the 
woodshed, under whose dark archway the 
glory of the garden first greets our eyes. 
Bathed in sunshine it lies, flecked with 
trembling shadows of young trees rising in 
its midst and shading 
the walls over windows 
of comfortable living- 
rooms. Enlivened by 
the sound of bees and 
the notes of birds, it 
is a resplendent setting 
for the dwelling walls 
which enclose the gar¬ 
den on two sides. On 
a third, the low wall of 
a greenhouse protects 
the almost sacred 
space, dreading the 
gravel walks we are 
soon lost amid the 
exuberant shrubbery 
which overflows the 
beds. A parrot rumi¬ 
nates in his cage under 
a weeping birch. Now 
we are in front of 
the hall door of the 
house, and see, across 
the vivid green and 
THE NORTH ENTRANCE 
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