weeks. Some village laureate thereupon composed the couplet,
He lived a sad and lonely life Of thirteen days without a wife.
Rides with the town clerk were a continued story; every house and cellar hole had a tradition.
The number of deserted farms is pathetic in all our country towns, but I trust that a better day is dawning and public sentiment and scientific farming will work miracles before many years have passed.
The site of Fort Shirley, with its lonely grave of little Anna Norton, who died in 1747 while her father, the chaplain of the chain of forts which guarded our western frontier, was a prisoner in Canada, is the property of the town of Heath.
To reach the little tablet, I stumbled over the hillocks which were once entrenchments to guard the log fort and its precious well.
I beg you not to try to study the Indian troubles of western Massachusetts before you have visited these places which are very slightly changed, outside of the towns, except by kindly Moth