Hamilton, if he heard the rush of falling water? It sounds quite near, replied Hamilton, listening. Well, right up there, said the Judge, indicating the direction with his whip, a mountain torrent tumbles into a deep ravine, and becomes the well-behaved brook under the bridge we re on. I dont wonder you re devoted to this place, Judge. Wait a little you havent seen much of it yet. They drove on up the hill, until through a break in the trees at a turn of the road, Hamilton saw the town they had left, far below them. I didnt realize we were up so high, he said with some surprise. Yes, its a steady ascent the whole two miles, replied the Judge. Look ahead of you, there I want to know what you think of that. That was a colonial house, surrounded by stately trees and commanding a view of the whole valley. It was one of those time-stained dwellings imbued with the charm only bestowed by the passing of many lives.
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