Green fields and whispering woods; or, The recreations of an American "country gentleman"; embracing journeys over his farm and excursions into his library . CHAPTER XVn. (HE lumberman was liere beforeme. The record of his laborexists here in a multitnde of pinestumps. There are also severalold grassy roads running throughmy territory which were made byhim, and by that other vandal,the ship-timber man, to whoserapacity were sacrificed the largestand best of the fine oaks whichgrew here. There were old sMd-ways ^Iso to be found in variousquarters hereabout at an earlierperiod; but these have fo
Green fields and whispering woods; or, The recreations of an American "country gentleman"; embracing journeys over his farm and excursions into his library . CHAPTER XVn. (HE lumberman was liere beforeme. The record of his laborexists here in a multitnde of pinestumps. There are also severalold grassy roads running throughmy territory which were made byhim, and by that other vandal,the ship-timber man, to whoserapacity were sacrificed the largestand best of the fine oaks whichgrew here. There were old sMd-ways ^Iso to be found in variousquarters hereabout at an earlierperiod; but these have for themost part been devoured by fire,or consumed by slow decay. An old building which waserected in by-gone days, and for-merly used during two or threeseasons for a lumber camp, stands in the clearing near thecentre of the east eighty. It was called the KenneyCamp from its builder, the boss of the crew who did thecutting of the pine timber which grew here,— one CharlesKenney. It was built, I think, during the fall of 1871. Ithas been occupied by help upon the farm at differenttimes since my advent here. In it my first crew bivouackedfor several mon
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