He arrived in S. one bitter cold night in the depth of
winter, and remained for the night with a family who had ever treated
him kindly, and with whom he had often lodged before. He set out early
the next morning to proceed (as he said) on his way to Nova Scotia.
Years have passed away; but the "unfortunate man" has never since been
seen in the vicinity. It was feared by some that he had perished in the
snow; as there were some very severe storms soon after he left S.; but
nothing was ever learned to confirm the suspicion. According to his own
statement he belonged to the state of Vermont, but, from his speech, he
was evidently not an American. Several years have passed away since his
last visit to S., and it is more than probable that he is no longer
among the living.
THE OLD SCHOOLHOUSE.
I lately visited the time-worn building, where for a lengthened period,
during my early years, I studied the rudiments of education; and what a
host of almost forgotten memories of the past came thronging back upon
my mind as I stood alone--in that well remembered room. I seemed again
to hear the hum of youthful voices as they conned or recited their daily
tasks, and, as memory recalled the years that had passed since we used
there to assemble, I could not avoid saying mentally: "My schoolmates,
where are they?" Even that thought called to mind an amusing story
related by a much loved companion who for a time formed one of our
number.
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