This farm, which was situated two miles west of the village immediately won our love. It was a glorious place for boys. Board-armed white oak stood about the yard, and to the east and north a deep forest invited to exploration. The house was of logs and for that reason was much more attractive to us than to our mother. It was, I suspect, both dark and cold. I know the roof was poor, for one morning I awoke to find a miniature peak of snow at my bedside. It was only a rude little frontier cabin, but it was very satisfactory to me
