, and was as restless as his successors, the summer boarders.
But the streams were full of trout then, and the moose and the elk left
their broad tracks on the sands of the river. But of the Indian there is
no trace. There is a mound in the valley, much like a Tel in the
country of Bashan beyond the Jordan, that may have been built by some
pre-historic race, and may contain treasure and the seated figure of
a preserved chieftain on his slow way to Paradise. What the gentle
and accomplished race of the Mound-Builders should want in this savage
region where the frost kills the early potatoes and stunts the scanty
oats, I do not know. I have seen no trace of them, except this Tel,
and one other slight relic, which came to light last summer, and is not
enough to found the history of a race upon.

Some workingmen, getting stone from the hillside on one of the little
plateaus, for a house-cellar, discovered, partly embedded, a piece of
pottery unique in this region. With the unerring instinct of workmen in
regard to antiquities, they thrust a crowbar through it, and broke the
bowl into several pieces. The joint fragments, however, give us the
form of the dish. It is a bowl about nine inches high and eight inches
across, made of red clay, baked but not glazed. The bottom is round,
the top flares into four comers, and the rim is rudely but rather
artistically ornamented with criss-cross scratches made when the clay
was soft. The vessel is made of clay not found about here, and it is
one that the Indians formerly living here could not form. Was it brought
here by roving Indians who may have made an expedition to the Ohio; was
it passed from tribe to tribe; or did it belong to a race that occupied
the country before the Indian, and who have left traces of their
civilized skill in pottery scattered all over the continent?

If I could establish the fact that this jar was made by a prehistoric
race, we should then have four generations in this lovely valley:-the
amiable Pre-Historic people (whose gentle descendants were probably
killed by the Spaniards in the West Indies); the Red Indians; the Keene
Flaters (from Vermont); and the Summer Boarders, to say nothing of the
various races of animals who have been unable to live here since the
advent of the Summer Boarders, the valley being not productive enough to
sustain both. This last incursion has been more destructive to the noble
serenity of the forest than all the preceding.

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