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Text for Page 162 [09-10-1861]

	           The Bowmans
On each side of this room, there might have been
four or five doors leading into small chambers.
The old man, without shoes and stockings, sat con-
versing with us.   He was Bowman�s father, the
woman his mother, the girls his sisters.    The remain-
ing member of the family soon entered, a young
fellow strongly resembling his brother in face and
manner; quite a compressed edition of him.    He
had about three months ago, returned from the United
States to Canada.     We talked of Amos, of the Trib-
une and the war, while a lunch or dinner was pre-
pared for us, of which we partook in the kitchen,
neighbored by a huge stove and waited upon by the
flaxen-haired damsel.      The old man had expres-
sed himself quite friendly, told me that Amos had
written about me and volunteered some particulars
about his farm.       He returned to it in spring,
from �Otterheim University� in Ohio, certain Scotch-
men to whom he had let about 120 acres of it, ha-
ving failed to pay the rather exhorbitant price of
the acre.    They intended going into the nursery busi-
ness, and had left a good many evidences of it
behind, as a glass-less greenhouse and out buildings,
all of which he took us to see, presently leaving us
in charge of his son.       With him we went into an
orchard, sloping down towards the bank of the stream,
and on the near side of the road, into the abandoned               
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