the head of the Rondout, the chimney swallows entering the chamber
through a stove-pipe hole in the roof, and gluing their nests to
the sides of the rafters, like the barn swallows.

I was now, on the third day, well down in the wilds of Colchester,
with a current that made between two and three miles an hour,--just
a summer idler's pace. The atmosphere of the river had improved
much since the first day,--was, indeed, without taint,--and the
water was sweet and good. There were farmhouses at intervals of a
mile or so; but the amount of tillable land in the river valley or
on the adjacent mountains was very small. Occasionally there would
be forty or fifty acres of flat, usually in grass or corn, with a
thrifty-looking farmhouse. One could see how surely the land made
the house and its surrounding; good land bearing good buildings,
and poor land poor

In mid-forenoon I reached the long placid eddy at Downsville, and
here again fell in with two boys. They were out paddling about in a
boat when I drew near, and they evidently regarded me in the light
of a rare prize which fortune had wafted them.

"Ain't you glad we come, Benny?" I heard one of them observe to the
other, as they were conducting me to the best place to land. They
were bright, good boys, off the same piece as my acquaintances of
the day before, and about the same ages,-- differing only in being
village boys. With what curiosity they looked me over! Where had I
come from; where was I going; how long had I been on the way; who
built my boat; was I a carpenter, to build such a neat craft, etc.?
They never had seen such a traveler before. Had I had no mishaps?
And then they bethought them of the dangerous passes that awaited