he　foot　of　Woody　Ledge；　and　at　sunset　it　lay　like　a　fallen　mast　athwart　the　cow…paths；　its　long　top　arm　a　flying　pennant　on　the　side　of　Bowman's　Hill。　In　summer　this　bar　of　shadow　moved　like　a　clock…hand　on　the　green　dial　of　the　pasture；　and　the　help　could　tell　the　time　by　the　slant　of　it。　Lone　Pine　had　a　mighty　girth　at　the　bottom；　and　its　bare　body　tapered　into　the　sky　as　straight　as　an　arrow。　Uncle　Eb　used　to　say　that　its　one　long；　naked　branch　that　swung　and　creaked　near　the　top　of　it；　like　a　sign　of　hospitality　on　the　highway　of　the　birds；　was　two　hundred　feet　above　ground。　There　were　a　few　stubs　here　and　there　upon　its　shaft　…the　roost　of　crows　and　owls　and　hen…hawks。　It　must　have　passed　for　a　low　resort　in　the　feathered　kingdom　because　it　was　only　the　robbers　of　the　sky　that　halted　on　Lone　Pine。
  This　towering　shaft　of　dead　timber　commemorated　the　ancient　forest　through　which　the　northern　Yankees　cut　their　trails　in　the　beginning　of　the　century。　They　were　a　tall；　big　fisted；　brawny　lot　of　men　who　came　across　the　Adirondacks　from　Vermont；　and　began　to　break　the　green　canopy　that　for　ages　had　covered　the　valley　of　the　St　Lawrence。　Generally　they　drove　a　cow　with　them；　and　such　game　as　they　could　kill　on　the　journey　supplemented　their　diet　of　'pudding　and　milk'。　Some　settled　where　the　wagon　broke　or　where　they　had　buried　a　member　of　the　family；　and　there　they　cleared　the　forests　that　once　covered　the　smooth　acres　of　today。　Gradually　the　rough　surface　of　the　trail　grew　smoother　until　it　became　Paradise　Road　…　the　well…worn　thoroughfare　of　the　stagecoach　with　its　'inns　and　outs'；　as　the　drivers　used　to　say　…　the　inns　where　the　'men　folks'　sat　in　the　firelight　of　the　blating　logs　after　supper　and　told　tales　of　adventure　until　bedtime；　while　the　women　sat　with　their　knitting　in　the　parlour；　and　the　young　men　wrestled　in　the　stableyard。　The　men　of　middle　age　had　stooped　and　massive　shoulders；　and　deep…furrowed　brows：　Tell　one　of　them　he　was　growing　old　and　he　might　answer　you　by　holding　his　whip　in　front　of　him　and　leaping　over　it　between　his　hands。
  There　was　a　little　clearing　around　that　big　pine　tree　when　David　Brower　settled　in　the　valley。　Its　shadows　shifting　in　the　light　of　sun　and　moon；　like　the　arm　of　a　compass；　swept　the　spreading　acres　of　his　farm；　and　he　built　his　house　some　forty　rods　from　the　foot　of　it　on　higher　ground。　David　was　the　oldest　of　thirteen　children。　His　father　had　died　the　year　before　he　came　to　St　Lawrence　county；　leaving　him　nothing　but　heavy　responsibilities。　Fortunately；　his　great　strength　and　his　kindly　nature　were　equal　to　the　burden。　Mother　and　children　were　landed　safely　in　their　new　home　on　Bowman's　Hill　the　day　that　David　was　eighteen。　I　have　heard　the　old　folks　of　that　country　tell　what　a　splendid　figure　of　a　man　he　was　those　days　…　six　feet　one　in　his　stockings　and　broad　at　the　shoulder。　His　eyes　were　grey　and　set　under　heavy　brows。　I　have　never　forgotten　the　big　man　that　laid　hold　of　me　and　the　broad　clean…shaven　serious　face；　that　looked　into　mine　the　day　I　came　to　Paradise　Valley。　As　I　write　I　can　see　plainly　his　dimpled　chin；　his　large　nose；　his　firm　mouth　that　was　the　key　to　his　character。　'Open　or　shet；'　I　have　heard　the　old　folks　say；　'it　showed　he　was　no　fool。'
  After　two　years　David　took　a　wife　and　settled　in　Paradise　Valley。　He　prospered　in　a　small　way　considered　handsome　thereabouts。　In　a　few　years　he　had　cleared　the　rich　acres　of　his　farm　to　the　sugar　bush　that　was　the　north　vestibule　of　the　big　forest；　he　had　seen　the　clearing　widen　until　he　could　discern　the　bare　summits　of　the　distant　hills；　and；　far　as　he　could　see；　were　the　neat　white　houses　of　the　settlers。　Children　had　come；　three　of　them　…　the　eldest　a　son　who　had　left　home　and　died　in　a　far　country　long　before　we　came　to　Paradise　Valley　…　the　youngest　a　baby。
  I　could　not　have　enjoyed　my　new　home　more　if　I　had　been　born　in　it。　I　had　much　need　of　a　mother's　tenderness；　no　doubt；　for　I　remember　with　what　a　sense　of　peace　and　comfort　I　lay　on　the　lap　of　Elizabeth　Brower；　that　first　evening；　and　heard　her　singing　as　she　rocked。　The　little　daughter　stood　at　her　knees；　looking　down　at　me　and　patting　my　bare　toes　or　reaching　over　to　feel　my　face。
  'God　sent　him　to　us　…　didn't　he；　mother？'　said　she。
  'Maybe；'　Mrs　Brower　answered；　'we'll　be　good　to　him；　anyway。'
  Then　that　old　query　came　into　my　mind。　I　asked　them　if　it　was　heaven　where　we　were。
  'No；'　they　answered。
  ''Tain't　anywhere　near　here；　is　it？'　I　went　on。
  Then　she　told　me　about　the　gate　of　death；　and　began　sowing　in　me　the　seed　of　God's　truth　…　as　I　know　now　the　seed　of　many　harvests。　I　slept　with　Uncle　Eb　in　the　garret；　that　night；　and　for　long　after　we　came　to　the　Brower's。　He　continued　to　get　better；　and　was　shortly　able　to　give　his　hand　to　the　work　of　the　farm。
  There　was　room　for　all　of　us　in　that　ample　wilderness　of　his　imagination；　and　the　cry　of　the　swift　woke　its　echoes　every　evening　for　a　time。　Bears　and　panthers　prowled　in　the　deep　thickets；　but　the　swifts　took　a　firmer　grip　on　us；　being　bolder　and　more　terrible。　Uncle　Eb　became　a　great　favourite　in　the　family；　and　David　Brower　came　to　know　soon　that　he　was　'a　good　man　to　work'　and　could　be　trusted　'to　look　after　things'。　We　had　not　been　there　long　when　I　heard　Elizabeth　speak　of　Nehemiah　…　her　lost　son　…　and　his　name　was　often　on　the　lips　of　others。　He　was　a　boy　of　sixteen　when　he　went　away；　and　I　learned　no　more　of　him　until　long　afterwards。
  A　month　or　more　after　we　came　to　Faraway；　I　remember　we　went　'cross　lots　in　a　big　box　wagon　to　the　orchard　on　the　hill　and　gathered　apples　that　fell　in　a　shower　when　Uncle　Eb　went　up　to　shake　them　down。　Then　cane　the　raw　days　of　late　October；　when　the　crows　went　flying　southward　before　the　wind　…　a　noisy　pirate　fleet　that　filled　the　sky　at　times　…　and　when　we　all　put　on　our　mittens　and　went　down　the　winding　cow…paths　to　the　grove　of　butternuts　in　the　pasture。　The　great　roof　of　the　wilderness　had　turned　red　and　faded　into　yellow。　Soon　its　rafters　began　to　show　through；　and　then；　in　a　day　or　two；　they　were　all　bare　but　for　some　patches　of　evergreen。　Great；　golden　drifts　of　foliage　lay　higher　than　a　man's　head　in　the　timber　land　about　the　clearing。　We　had　our　best　fun　then；　playing　'I　spy'　in　the　groves。
  In　that　fragrant　deep　of　leaves　one　might　lie　undiscovered　a　long　time。　He　could　hear　roaring　like　that　of　water　at　every　move　of　the　finder；　wallowing　nearer　and　nearer　possibly；　in　his　search。　Old　Fred　came　generally　rooting　his　way　to　us　in　the　deep　drift　with　unerring　accuracy。
  And　shortly　winter　came　out　of　the　north　and；　of　a　night；　after　rapping　at　the　windows　and　howling　in　the　chimney　and　roaring　in　the　big　woods；　took　possession　of　the　earth。　That　was　a　time　when　hard　cider　flowed　freely　and　recollection　found　a　ready　tongue　among　the　older　folk；　and　the　young　enjoyed　many　diversions；　including　measles　and　whooping　cough。
  Chapter　7
  I　had　a　lot　of　fun　that　first　winter；　but　none　that　I　can　remember　more　gratefully　than　our　trip　in　the　sledgehouse　…　a　tight　little　house　fitted　and　fastened　to　a　big　sledge。　Uncle　Eb　had　to　go　to　mill　at　Hillsborough；　some　twelve　miles　away；　and　Hope　and　I；　after　much　coaxing　and　many　family　counsels；　got　leave　to　go　with　him。　The　sky　was　cloudless；　and　the　frosty　air　was　all　aglow　in　the　sunlight　that　morning　we　started。　There　was　a　little　sheet　iron　stove　in　one　comer　of　the　sledgehouse；　walled　in　with　zinc　and　anchored　with　wires；　a　layer　of　hay　covered　the　floor　and　over　that　we　spread　our　furs　and　blankets。　The　house　had　an　open　front；　and　Uncle　Eb　sat　on　the　doorstep；　as　it　were；　to　drive；　while　we　sat　behind　him　on　the　blankets。
  'I　love　you　very　much；'　said　Hope；　embracing　me；　after　we　were　seated。　Her　affection　embarrassed　me；　I　remember。　It　seemed　unmanly　to　be　petted　like　a　doll。
  'I　hate　to　be　kissed；'　I　said；　pulling　away　from　her；　at　which　Uncle　Eb　laughed　heartily。
  The　day　came　when　I　would　have　given　half　my　life　for　the　words　I　held　so　cheaply　then。
  'You'd　better　be　good　t'　me；'　she　answered；　'for　when　mother　dies　I'm　goin'　t'　take　care　o'　you。　Uncle　Eb　and　Gran'ma　Bisnette　an'　you　an'　everybody　I　love　is　goin'　t'　come　an'　live　with　me　in　a　big；　big　house。　An'　I'm　goin'　t'　put　you　t'　bed　nights　an'　hear　ye　say　yer　prayers　an　everything。'
  'Who'll　do　the　spankin？'　Uncle　Eb　asked。
  'My　husban'；'　she　answered；　with　a　sigh　at　the　thought　of　all　the　trouble　that　lay　before　her。
  'An'　I'll　make　him　rub　your　back；　too；　Uncle　Eb；'　she　added。　'Wall；　I　rather　guess　he'll　object　to　that；'　said　he。
  'Then　you　can　give　'ins　five　cents；　an'　I　guess　he'll　be　glad　t'　do　it；'　she　answered　promptly。
  'Poor　man！　He　won't　know　whether　he's　runnin'　a　poorhouse　er　a　hospital；　will　he？'　said　Uncle　Eb。　'Look　here；　children；'　he　added；　taking　out　his　old　leather　wallet；　as　he　held　the　reins　between　his　knees。　'Here's　tew　shillin'　apiece　for　ye；　an'　I　want　ye　t'　spend　it　jest　eggsackly　as　ye　please。'　The　last　words　were　spoken　slowly　and　with　emphasis。
  We　took　the　two　silver　pieces　that　he　handed　to　us　and　looked　them　all　over　and　compared　them。
  'I　know　what　I'll　do；'　said　she；　suddenly。　'I'm　goin'　t'　buy　my　mother　a　new　dress；　or　mebbe　a　beautiful　ring；'　she　added　thoughtfully。
  For　my