
          777.

* He was on his way to the store.

mill-pond near by.  As he had forgotten the exact spot, we
walked up to the house to make inquiry.  We found the place
locked, but when we walked along the edge of the field to see if we
could find the place, we met old Mr. Brewer the store keeper.*
Mr. B. is 79 years old, but remarkably well-preserved.  Mr. W. was
very much surprised to learn that Mr. B. lived in the city just in the
block below him.  He knew his son very well but strange to say did
not know him.  Mr. B. could not tell us about the pond, but
told us to see Mr. Pumphrey(?) the owner of the place.  Mr. B.
however, remembered the spring and then told us also of another
on the other side of the railroad.  The water of this spring was the
"best in the world."  He told us its history, how Mr. P. noticed
some water bubbling up and he at once dug out the place and sank
a barrel.  The water from the spring filled a little ice pond.  He
told us people "sheet" on it when it is frozen.  He told us, too,
that the water "dreened" into a little brook.  We left our
packages with Mr. B. and went up the path to find Mr. P.
The path led to a large house.  Here we met a Mr. Robinson and
Miss. P.  Miss P. told us how to find the old pond.  We
however, thought that we would go to W. as we had intended.
        