250 Old-time Schools and School-books
Splitlog lived near Northampton, at the foot of a mountain called Mount Holyoke, just on the bank of Connecticut river.
There is a good road from Boston to Northampton now, and the stage travels it every day. But the road was bad when I went with Splitlog, and there were no stages in America then.
So Splitlog and I set out on foot. The second day we arrived at Worcester. It was then a very little town, and there were no such fine houses there as now.
The fourth day we arrived at Splitlog's house, which was a little wigwam at the foot of mount Holyoke.
In this little house we found Splitlog's wife and three children ; two bovs and a girl. Splitlog's wife roasted some bear's meat, and gave us some bread made of pounded corn, which formed our supper.
We sat on the floor, and took the meat in our fingers, for the Indians had no knives or forks. I then went to bed on some bear skins, and slept well.
Early in the morning, Splitlog called me from my sleep, and told me they were going into the woods a-shooting, and that I must go with them. I was soon ready and set out with Splitlog and his two sons.
It was a fine bright morning in October. The sun was shining on the top of mount Tom and mount Holyoke. We ascended Holyoke, through the woods.
At length we climbed a high rock, from which we could see the beautiful valley far below us, in the centre of which was the little town of Northampton.
u Do you see those houses ?" said Splitlog to me. " When my grand-father was a boy, there was not a house where you now see so many. That valley, which now belongs to white men, then belonged to red men. But hark ! I hear a squirrel chattering; we must go and find him. Whist! " said Splitlog, " and follow me."