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THE STORY OF WAITSTILL BAXTER
by KATE DOUGLAS WIGGIN

CONTENTS
SPRING
I. SACO WATER II. THE SISTERS III. DEACON BAXTER'S
WIVES IV. SOMETHING OF A HERO V. PATIENCE AND
IMPATIENCE VI. A KISS VII. WHAT DREAMS MAY COME
SUMMER
VIII. THE JOINER'S SHOP IX. CEPHAS SPEAKS X. ON TORY
HILL XI. A JUNE SUNDAY XII. THE GREEN-EYED MONSTER
XIII. HAYING TIME XIV. UNCLE BART DISCOURSES XV.
IVORY'S MOTHER XVI. LOCKED OUT

AUTUMN
XVII. A BRACE OF LOVERS XVIII. A STATE O' MAINE
PROPHET XIX. AT THE BRICK STORE XX. THE ROD THAT
BLOSSOMED XXI. LOIS BURIES HER DEAD XXII.
HARVEST-TIME XXIII. AUNT ABBY'S WINDOW XXIV.
PHOEBE TRIUMPHS XXV. LOVE'S YOUNG DREAM
WINTER
XXVI. A WEDDING-RING XXVII. THE CONFESSIONAL
XXVIII.PATTY IS SHOWN THE DOOR XXIX. WAITSTILL
SPEAKS HER MIND XXX. A CLASH OF WILLS XXXI. SENTRY

DUTY XXXII. THE HOUSE OF AARON XXXIII.AARON'S ROD
XXXIV. THE DEACON'S WATERLOO XXXV. TWO HEAVENS

THE STORY OF WAITSTILL BAXTER
SPRING

THE STORY OF WAITSTILL BAXTER
I
SACO WATER
FAR, far up, in the bosom of New Hampshire's granite hills, the Saco
has its birth. As the mountain rill gathers strength it takes
"Through Bartlett's vales its tuneful way, Or hides in Conway's fragrant
brakes, Retreating from the glare of day."
Now it leaves the mountains and flows through "green Fryeburg's
woods and farms." In the course of its frequent turns and twists and
bends, it meets with many another stream, and sends it, fuller and
stronger, along its rejoicing way. When it has journeyed more than a
hundred miles and is nearing the ocean, it greets the Great Ossipee
River and accepts its crystal tribute. Then, in its turn, the Little Ossipee
joins forces, and the river, now a splendid stream, flows onward to
Bonny Eagle, to Moderation and to Salmon Falls, where it dashes over
the dam like a young Niagara and hurtles, in a foamy torrent, through
the ragged defile cut between lofty banks of solid rock.
Widening out placidly for a moment's rest in the sunny reaches near
Pleasant Point, it gathers itself for a new plunge at Union Falls, after
which it speedily merges itself in the bay and is fresh water no more.
At one of the falls on the Saco, the two little hamlets of Edgewood and
Riverboro nestle together at the bridge and make one village. The

stream is a wonder of beauty just here; a mirror of placid loveliness
above the dam, a tawny, roaring wonder at the fall, and a mad,
white-flecked torrent as it dashes on its way to the ocean.
The river has seen strange sights in its time, though the history of these
two tiny villages is quite unknown to the great world outside. They
have been born, waxed strong, and fallen almost to decay while Saco
Water has tumbled over the rocks and spent itself in its impetuous
journey to the sea.
It remembers