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The Story of My Childhood
control of the one lone sawyer, now fifty of the strongest working men that could be procured, and great four-horse teams covered the once quiet millyard. The entire line of factories above had caught the inspiration, and the French River villages of North Oxford were models of growth and activity.
One sister had married and settled in her home near by, and a wife had come into my eldest brother's home. Mrs. Larned, the widow to whose assistance my father had gone in her early desolation, had found her children now so well grown as to make it advisable to remove to one of the factory villages, where she became a popular boarding house keeper, and her children operatives in the mill.
Thus, I was again left to myself.
