Old Paths and Legends of the New England Border: Connecticut, Deerfield, Berkshire

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G. P. Putnam's Sons, 1907 - Berkshire County (Mass.) - 408 pages
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Page 221 - It was a summer morning, and they went To this old precipice. About the cliffs Lay garlands, ears of maize, and shaggy skins Of wolf and bear, the offerings of the tribe Here made to the Great Spirit, for they deemed, Like worshippers of the elder time, that God Doth walk on the high places and affect The earth-o'erlooking mountains. She had on The ornaments with which...
Page 308 - Ere the pruning-knife of Time Cut him down, Not a better man was found By the Crier on his round Through the town. But now he walks the streets, And he looks at all he meets Sad and wan, And he shakes his feeble head, That it seems as if he said, "They are gone.
Page 158 - Beneath low hills, in the broad interval Through which at will our Indian rivulet Winds mindful still of sannup and of squaw, Whose pipe and arrow oft the plough unburies, Here in pine houses built of new-fallen trees, Supplanters of the tribe, the farmers dwell.
Page 148 - I am so hackneyed to the touches of the painter's pencil, that I am now altogether at their beck ; and sit, " like Patience on a monument," whilst they are delineating the lines of my face.
Page 176 - Gladness of woods, skies, waters, all in one, The bobolink has come, and, like the soul Of the sweet season vocal in a bird, Gurgles...
Page 152 - From Milford we took the lower road through West haven, part of which was good and part rough, and arrived at New Haven before two o'clock; we had time to walk through several parts of the City before Dinner. By taking the lower Road we missed a Committee of the Assembly, who had been appointed to wait upon and escort me into...
Page 67 - murmurs one gray shadow of my forefathers to the other. " A writer of story-books ! What kind of a business in life, what mode of glorifying God or being serviceable to mankind in his day and generation, may that be ? Why, the degenerate fellow might as well have been a fiddler ! " Such are the compliments bandied between my great-grandsires and myself, across the gulf of time!
Page 411 - The Connecticut River AND THE Valley of the Connecticut THREE HUNDRED AND FIFTY MILES FROM MOUNTAIN TO SEA Historical and Descriptive By Edwin Munroe Bacon Author of " Walks and Rides in the Country Round About Boston,*
Page 277 - Nay, I think Merely to bask and ripen is sometimes The student's wiser business ; the brain That forages all climes to line its cells, Ranging both worlds on lightest wings of wish, Will not distil the juices it has sucked To the sweet substance of pellucid thought, Except for him who hath the secret learned To mix his blood with sunshine, and to take The winds into his pulses.
Page 152 - In this place there is but one Church, or in other words, but one steeple — but there are Grist and Saw mills, and a handsome Cascade over the Tumbling dam...

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