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Portrait of Algernon Blackwood Algernon Blackwood A Spiritualist Camp in New England

Only a few boasted two stories, but every one of them, no matter how small, enjoyed the luxury of a wide verandah running round the front and the two sides. On every verandah was the inevitable rocking-chair with a wicker seat, a high back, and broad arms.
So far we had come across no men and no animals. A few thin chickens, with draggled feathers, wandered disconsolately in the neighbourhood of one or two of the cottages, seeking what sustenance they could find among the dry needles. But the camp, as a whole, was so quiet it seemed almost deserted
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Portrait of Algernon Blackwood Algernon Blackwood A Spiritualist Camp in New England

Presently the woods fell sharply away and a dark grove of pines came into view in a little valley below us. It was a secluded spot, protected on two sides by a loop of the river and on a third by the shoulder of the hills. Perfectly still and quiet, it lay literally in a fold of the river and the hills. Occasional threads of thin blue smoke, rising here and there over the dark pine-crests, alone betrayed the existence of busy human beings.
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Portrait of Algernon Blackwood Algernon Blackwood A Spiritualist Camp in New England

Before we left that night we talked with other members of the camp, men and women, and saw the interior of several of the cottages. They were all the same; the people illiterate, unkempt, shabby; the rooms poorly furnished, vulgar, dirty. We saw neither books, periodicals nor pictures, with the single exception of a highly-coloured chromolithograph of a stout woman in a black dress with red cheeks, pearls round her throat, and shining dark eyes, who was “a wonder of a medium.”
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