"A little walk will sharpen my appetite," he thought. He put on
his hat, and, passing through the stable-yard at the rear,
climbed over a fence and ascended a hill which he had observed
from his chamber window. The sloping sides, which had not yet
wholly lost their appearance of verdure, were dotted with trees,
mostly apple-trees.
"It must be delightful in summer," said the young man, as he
looked thoughtfully about him.
The hill was by no means high, and five minutes' walk brought him
to the summit. From this spot he had a fine view of the village
which lay at his feet embowered in trees. A narrow river wound
like a silver thread through the landscape. Groups of trees on
either bank bent over as if to see themselves reflected in the
rapid stream. At one point a dam had been built across from bank
to bank, above which the river widened and deepened, affording an
excellent skating-ground for the boys in the cold days of
December and January. A whirring noise was heard. The grist-mill
had just commenced its work for the day.
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