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Illustration from the margins of Chapter III of Van Buren Life

You may remember that the day we had our talk on the road to FredoniaI spoke of having two men at work cutting wood. Well, they loafed and fooled over the job in spite of my constantly urging them to hurry. The best wood was at the other end of the…

Illustration from the end of Chapter XI of Van Buren Life

I knew that the roads were drifting fast, but as I had walked down the beach I didn't realize how fast. My one hope was to get to Fredonia and back before they became impassable. Maybe you remember the two hollows on the Lake Road just before you…

View of road to Fisherman's Hollow, Van Buren Point

Once in a great while I have a streak of energy. In those rare moments I hastily grab my painting kit and sally forth in quest of a picture - I don't always get it, but sometimes I do. The other morning as I sat by the sitting room window, I happened…

Dear Joe, Today I made a pie. It was a wond'rous pie! (Now you must take my word for it, It really is no lie). The filling first I stirred around, With sugar and with spice. (The recipe it called for milk, I substituted ice). Cloves, cinnamon and…

Chapter V describes provisioning for the winter.

My present costume is not as graceful, certainly, but far more comfy than if I wore skirts: sweater above and trousers - bicycle trousers - below, ending in felt stockings when the weather is cold, and low shoes when it is warm. In the house I wear a…

During the deep snow I wore skis. At first the long wooden runners bothered me. But gradually, I became accustomed to them and could travel much faster than I could without them. It is much like skating save that the feet always point straight ahead.…
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