"They did!" cried Betsy, with her mouth full of apple.
"Why yes, child, what else did you suppose they had to make houses out of? They had to have something to live in, right off. The saw mills came later."
"I didn't know anything about it," said Betsy. "Tell me about it."
"Why you knew, didn't you—your Aunt Harriet must have told you—about how our folks came up here from Connecticut in 1763, on horseback? Connecticut was an old settled place then, compared to Vermont. There wasn't anything here but trees and bears and wood-pigeons. I've heard 'em say that the wood-pigeons were so thick you could go out after dark and club 'em out of the trees, just like hens roosting in a hen-house. There always was cold pigeon-pie in the pantry, just the way we have doughnuts. And they used bear-grease to grease their boots and their hair, bears were so plenty. It sounds like good eating, don't it! But of course that was
