Dwellers in Arcady: The Story of an Abandoned Farm

I was in the midst of the improvements mentioned when the family--that is to say, Elizabeth and the girls--arrived on the scene. It was a fine August day--the 21st, to be quite...

I wonder if you are anything like as anxious to get into our old attic as we were. That is not likely. To us it meant romance, even a kind of sorcery--a bodily transmigration in...

Just below the brow of the hill one of the traces broke (it was in the horse-and-wagon days of a dozen years or so ago), and, if our driver had not been a prompt man our adventu...

On the 1st of October we moved. Ah, me! How easily one may dismiss in words an epic thing like that. Yet it is better so. Moves, like earthquakes, are all a good deal alike, exc...

With June the Pride and the Hope came home from school. The brook, the barn, Old Beek, and Mis' Cow all had their uses then--also a tent in the yard, a swing, hammock and whatno...

I have not mentioned, I think, a small building that, when we came, stood just across the road from our house--a rather long, low structure with sliding windows, called "the sho...

The whistle of a bird means spring; the poking through of the skunk-cabbage in low ground, the growing green mist upon the woods. But there is one thing that has more positive s...

We have always had a tree for Christmas. Long ago, far back in our early flat-dwelling days, we had our first one, and I remember we shopped for it Christmas Eve among the brigh...