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	    The Bowman Homestead.
an abandoned railroad, where the grass, weeds and
wild flowers growing between the sleepers and close
to the rails, presented a curious picture of desola-
tion.     By 1 � we had travelled about twenty one 
miles and were at our destination, the residence
of Benjamin Bowman, father to my friend Amos
of the �N.Y. Tribune.� It is a spacious white wooden
house, on the outskirts of the town, standing
on �Carlisle� hill, and commanding a fine prospect
of river and distant forest.        Proceeding up a path
between its front garden and a decayed nursery,
we went to the front door and, after knocking in vain
for some time, to the river.  There we found
a tall woman, middle-aged, with a high waist,
without a cap and (I think) barefooted; also two
strapping bare-legged girls, of perhaps fifteen and
sixteen, one with an exceedingly German countenance
and her light hair about her ears.           Announcing
my name, and inquiring for the head of the family,
he appeared in the shape of an elderly, bald-headed
man, who giving order for the disposal of horse and
buggy, welcomed us into the sitting-room of the �old
homestead,� as Bowman�s letter termed it.    This con-
sisted of one large apartment, stretching from front to
rear of the house, without any table or other furni-
ture but a few chairs and a corner bookcase, floored
by the matting called in Canada �drag carpeting.�               
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