Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905 · [New York : Scribner & Co.] · leaf 503
ew hours,—for we lived at the foot of a hill; Ithe greater part of the time the ditch was elOn this day, however, of which I am telling yoilwas a foaming torrent. The water came alnlup to the planks of the bridge, and leaped Isplashed on the stone wall. I stopped to loollit. The wind was blowing… … MISS CAROLINE GIVES ME A REPORT. were almost as bad. Little rivulets of foamingwater, carrying along tossing fragments of ice andmuddy snow, ran along the sides of the streets.Every child who lives in New England sees justsuch sights every spring; and I often see school-children now, with India…
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