. Farmington, Connecticut, the village of beautiful homes. ap ledges until he perceivedtwo Indian squaws, sitting in the sunsewing wampum. They knew him andhe told them partly by words and part-1> by signs of his troubles. Their roundblack eyes blinked and the.\ said not aword. Tlien one stooped and ill in her arms, carried him1(1 the low covered opening that leadsinto the cavern. Later the searchersarrived, a tired people with their dogs;but the Indian women blinked bead like eves, and knew nothing and said nothing. The dogs had losttheir scent, and the chase
. Farmington, Connecticut, the village of beautiful homes. ap ledges until he perceivedtwo Indian squaws, sitting in the sunsewing wampum. They knew him andhe told them partly by words and part-1> by signs of his troubles. Their roundblack eyes blinked and the.\ said not aword. Tlien one stooped and ill in her arms, carried him1(1 the low covered opening that leadsinto the cavern. Later the searchersarrived, a tired people with their dogs;but the Indian women blinked bead like eves, and knew nothing and said nothing. The dogs had losttheir scent, and the chase was over. Years afterward a hunter lookingfrom a rock saw Will Warren witii hisIndian wife and two children playingin a natural yard among the rock;..Xiitbing was ever done to disturb WillWarren, although he was said to havestolen sheep. His wife is buried nearthe cave, and the skeleton found insidethe cavern is supposed to have been thatof Will Warren. If one goes by thecavern late at night he may distinctlyhear the bleating of the sheep amongthe .*l^- ^??Si., SfPPOSlCD BURIAL OF WILL \VA1!HKN-S WIFE.
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