A tour around New York, and My summer acre; being the recreations of MrFelix Oldboy . nel thepatch, and at their feet are the beginnings of squashvines. The modern statesman declares that the Indian MY SUMMER ACRE 363 cannot be made af arme r, but Ihave an idea thatthe statesman isa mere Dogberryin HendrikHudson visitedthe village of Sa-pohanikan—a set-tlement of fortymen and seven-teen women whocultivated a por-tion of what isnow the NinthWard—he founda circular barnbuilt of oak barkand having anarched roof,which contain-ed a great quan-tity of maize or Indian corn, and beans
A tour around New York, and My summer acre; being the recreations of MrFelix Oldboy . nel thepatch, and at their feet are the beginnings of squashvines. The modern statesman declares that the Indian MY SUMMER ACRE 363 cannot be made af arme r, but Ihave an idea thatthe statesman isa mere Dogberryin HendrikHudson visitedthe village of Sa-pohanikan—a set-tlement of fortymen and seven-teen women whocultivated a por-tion of what isnow the NinthWard—he founda circular barnbuilt of oak barkand having anarched roof,which contain-ed a great quan-tity of maize or Indian corn, and beans of last yearsgrowth; and there lay near the house, for the purposeof drying, enough to load three ships, besides whatwas growing in the fields. And that veracious histo-rian, Van der Donck, speaks of a vegetable pecul-iar to the natives, called by our people quaasiens(squashes), a name derived from the aborigines, as theplant was not known to us before our intercoursewith them. It is a delightful fruit, as well to the eyefor its colors as to the mouth for its agreeable DUTCH HOUSES 364 MY SUMMER ACRE Well might the poet, Evert Nieuwenhof, write of Man-hattan : Why mourn about Brazil, full of base Portuguese,When Van der Donck shows so much better fare ? That was a mosquito which interrupted me andshortened the quotation, but I have killed him. Hecame across the river from Long Island. Van derDonck makes no mention of mosquitoes as native tothe Island of Manhattan, and I know that ours areimported. I may be proud enough of my country tocease to plead the baby act and to take my chancesas a free-trader, but I believe in protection againstthe ferocious domestic dragons of Long Island—thecarnivorous winged monster which goes by the harm-less name of mosquito. The infant gnats of NewYork can never compete with them. I said that I had killed him, but I was is back again, and as numerous as FalstafTs menin buckram. The pen is feebler than his spear, and Ilay
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