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Title: Old Concord, her highways and byways;
Year: 1892 (1890s)
Authors: Sidney, Margaret, 1844-1924
Subjects: Concord (Mass.) -- Description and travel
Publisher: Boston, D. Lothrop company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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nearer to the village. This was the OrchardHouse; the hill, making a little detour, as it were,from the road, the dwelling being set in this curve,and thus drawn back from the wayfaring. Septimius Felton dwelt in a two-story house,Hawthorne tells us, gabled before, but with onlytwo rooms on a floor, crowded upon by the hill be-hind. (The Wayside.) A house of thick walls,as if the projector had that sturdy feeling of per-manence in life which incites people to makestrong their earthly habitations. Perhaps this j^rojector, by some occult law of heredity, handeddown through the years his belief in the perma-nence of life, as a bequeathment to Septimius. Itwas, he tells us, an ordinary dwelling of a well-to-doNew England farmer, such as his race had been fortwo or three generations past, although there weretraditions of ancestors who had led lives of thoughtand study, and possessed all the erudition that theuniversities of England could bestow. The Larch path Hawthorne laid out at the top
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Her Higlnvays and Byways. 67 of tlic gentle slope that rises from the wayfaring;following that winding curve made by the road asit breaks away from the straighter line and theturnpike. Along its outer edge, the romancer andhis wife planted the slips of trees brought from OldEngland, scarcely able to realize, even in a vision,the wealth of foliage, and the graceful, tremulouspendants that now, on a summer day, conceal thepath from the curious gaze of the passer-by. In-deed could Hawthorne see now his old home, whatsurprise would overtake him! No bare hillsidewith a scanty growth of infant trees and shrubs tomark its summit while bending in discouragedfashion to the stormy north wind, but a brave,luxuriant forest, crowning with lavish beneficenceevery undulation, till at last on the upper heightit raises triumphant arms to the sky above. Drawn back from the Larch path, and within astones throw of the old apple-tree on the lawn thatfurnished a wealth of bloom (his favorite flower) forhis

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