Meadow Brook

CHAPTER I.

CHILDHOOD.

Far away among the New England hills stands a large, old-fashioned farmhouse, around whose hearthstone not many years agone, a band of merry, noisy children played, myself the merriest, noisiest of them all. It stood upon an eminence overlooking a broad strip of rolling meadowland, at the extremity of which was the old gray rock, where the golden rod and...