Old Oaken Bucket” which every boy and girl should learn. I will

repeat a few lines of it here:

"How dear to my heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to View; The orchard, the meadow, the deep tangled wildwood, And every loved spot which my infancy knew.

The wide spreading pond, and the mill that stood by it,

The bridge, and the rock where the cataract fell,—

The cot of my father, the dairy house nigh it,

And e’en the rude bucket that hung in the well.

The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, the moss-covered bucket that hung in the well.”

THE OLD OAKEN BUCKET

This is a picture of the old well at Grand Pre, N. S., dug in 1755. It is the same type as those among the early settlers on P. E. I. It is inserted here through the favor of Mr. George E. Graham, Vice-President and General Manager of the Dominion Atlantic Railway.

Our dairy house was in the garden under the shade of balm-of- Gilead, willow and poplar trees. It was a low building with a shal- low cellar, the floor of which was covered with great flat stones, on which were set the broad-brimmed, shallow pans of rich milk; in the mornings these would have a deep covering of golden cream. That was the place for a boy with a spoon to lift the cream and with a piece

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