Humorous tales of Bennington-on-the-hill, collected and written for her sons and daughters by one who was born near the site of the old continental store house . Thomas get out of here,I wont have you on my place. You aredrunk. Straightening himself up, he pointedat my father and replied, Jo^^^j hie—I aintso think as you drunk I 65 HUAIOROUS TALES L ENVOI The Old Hill Today Po one whose memory goes back nearly liftyj[ years, the changes have been are the old-fashioned folks of early are the old homes which crowned thesummit of the hill, where the monument nowrises.
Humorous tales of Bennington-on-the-hill, collected and written for her sons and daughters by one who was born near the site of the old continental store house . Thomas get out of here,I wont have you on my place. You aredrunk. Straightening himself up, he pointedat my father and replied, Jo^^^j hie—I aintso think as you drunk I 65 HUAIOROUS TALES L ENVOI The Old Hill Today Po one whose memory goes back nearly liftyj[ years, the changes have been are the old-fashioned folks of early are the old homes which crowned thesummit of the hill, where the monument nowrises. Among those old houses, there standsforth in my memory the *01d State ArmsHouse. Once in the by-gone years, it wasconnected with the adjoining house, the upperstory of which was one large Ball-Room. Thewalls were tinted to represent trees and grass-es. The ceiling, oval in form, was painted likethe sky, showing the clouds and the full moonrising. Up in one corner was the FiddlersBox, which was reached by a short I seem to see them, the groups of happylads and lasses, who gathered in the great din-ing room of the hotel for supper, and then66. GH OF BENNINGTON-ON-THE-HILL passed through to the other house to join inthe quaint old dances of days long , out into the Great Beyond they havepassed nearly all of those whom I have re-called in this little narrative and with them ahost of other friends who have gone to thathappy land below the horizon, the Land o theLeal toward which our footsteps all are bend-ing. 67 HUMOROUS TALES BENNINGTON CENTER JUST a peaceful, quiet village,Nestling mid the mountains green,Giving to the weary traveler,Her tranquility serene. I salute thee, home of afar from thee I memories are thronging,Of the home I loved so well. Like a watchman ever Mt. Anthony in air,Yonder through the peaceful valley,Wind Walloomsacs waters fair. May Heavens gracious benediction,Bless thee with its rich
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