Susan Warner,
Hills of the Shatemuc
“ No token of man's busy life yet in the air; the birds had it. Only over Shahweetah valley, and from Mr. Underhill's chimney on the other side of the river, and from Sam Doolittle's in the bay, thin wreaths of blue smoke slowly went up, telling that there, — and there, — and there, — man was getting ready for his day's work, and woman had begun hers! ”
