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Title: George Stanley:
Year: 1864 (1860s)
Authors: Geikie, John Cunningham, 1824-1906, (from old catalog) ed
Subjects: Frontier and pioneer life
Publisher: London, New York, Routledge, Warne, and Routledge
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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this firstlucky shot, which had been only one of many firedat what seemed to be the racoon, but had been onlya knot in the tree, or, perhaps, a shadow. We didnot come home till late, when, with dogs almost astired as ourselves, the whole party re-assembled,each bearing off his spoils with him if he had wonany. I was walking up the road one afternoon with mybrother, when we came to an opening on the righthand, apparently only leading into pathless woods.Stopping me, however, Henry turned and asked, IfI saw yon post stuck up in the little open ? Itwas some time before I could make it out. At lastI noticed what he alluded to — simply a roughpost, six feet high, stuck into the ground, in themiddle of unbroken desolation. Thats the centreof the market-place in the town of Busaco, that is tobe, said he. All this ground is surveyed for acity, and is laid out in building lots,—not in farms.I could not help laughing. There was not a sign ofhuman habitation in sight, and the post must have
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A. Racoon Hunt in the Bush. P. 331. The Town of Basaco. 323 been there for years. When it will be a town it isvery hard to conjecture. It stands on the outside ofa swampy belt, which must have deterred anyonefrom settling in it, and towns dont go before agricul-tural improvement, but follow it, in such a countryas Canada, or, indeed, anywhere, except in a merelymanufacturing district, or at some point on a busyline of travel. Some time after, a poor man effectedone great step towards its settlement, by a very unin-tentional improvement. He had a little money, andthought that if he dug a deep, broad ditch, from theswamp to the river, he could get enough water todrive a mill, which he intended to build close tothe bank. But it turned out, after the ditch wasdug, and his money gone, that the water, which hethought came into the swamp from springs, wasnothing but rain, that had lodged in the low places,and had been kept there by the roots of trees andthe want of drainage. For a time, the

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