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beautiful in the morning sunlight.  The light pretty snow covered
everything so delicately and intensified the beauty of the place.  We
had been told that at the church we should turn to the right, but seeing
a beautiful but old-timed home only a short distance down the
hill we walked in that direction.  We found it to be the home of
Capt. Nicholson.  Mr. W. rapped at the door, when a gruff voice
answered "Come in".  Mr. W. said, it sounded so peculiar that he
thought he must be mistaken and rapped again.  Again the gruff
voice said and this time more emphatically "Come in".  Mr. W. turned
the knob and found himself in the presence of the captain.  He
asked the captain to direct us to "The Caves".  This he was about to do
and had already come out on his porch, but for some reason or other
he again entered his home followed by Mr. W. and presently by Mr. F.
I remained outside and examined the grounds and later had a chat 
with one of the captain's boys, when Mr. W. called me and I too entered
the house.  The room was most cozily furnished; the furniture for the
most part old mahogany.  The captain was just showing Mr. W. & Mr. F.
some of the other rooms of the house.  These like the first were also
nicely furnished and everything was scrupulously clean.  The captain called
our attention to the two busts, one at each end of the mantel, two
        