Publisher's Synopsis
Some years ago, in traveling across one of our Middle States, I came just at sunset, at the close of a long day's journey through a fair and fertile country, to a little town, whose white houses and upward-pointing spires gave promise of comfort and welcome for the night, whose shadows were beginning to fall around me. The road which I was following led me along the shore of an inland lake whose waters shone under the slant sunbeams with the brilliancy of some strange jewel, while the low hills surrounding it were green with all the freahness of early summer.
