Show STUDENT LTFE showed me the rooms and bade me welcome to stay as long as I wished You enter through the kitchen e with its long old the mantle above it and on each side where canthe small cubby-hole- s dles and ether small trinkets were kept The old handirons the tongs the crane were all in their places and one could almost see the fire-plac- “nightly stack of wood against the ’ chimney-bac- k Over the ’ hangs the bills eve watch the same that years ago “pointed with mutely-warnin- g sign its black hand to the hour cf nine” Cn the floor is the “motley-mat- ” a braided rrg such as our grandmothers and their mothers made on the wall across from the fireplace the old fashioned kitchen cupboards filled with dishes of an almost forgotten age and precious beyond price e a To the right of the door opens into the bedroom where John Greenlcaf Whittier was born An bed with quilts fire-plac- e fire-plac- old-fashion- ed of ancient patterns some pictures on the wall some early edition of the poet’s works and a sampler framed are the noticeable features The sampler has a history do you recall the tale of the one who would not “go ahead” this sampler was made by the little girl of the poem It 149 was through the windows of this room looking from the kitchen that could be seen “the moon above the eastern wood” shining at its full and through here “the hill range stood transfigured in the silver flood” At the end of the kitchen a step up and you are in a small bedroom where the mother and father slept the furniture is that of one hundred years or more ago On the wall is a frame within which are a number of small garments worn by the poet when a child The giant chimney of the fireplace has its foundations in the cellar and there I saw a “glory-hole- ” something of which I have been told many tales the place where the early settler hid his few most precious valuables his silver spoons and candlesticks and little treasures brought from far-of- f England with the stone replaced the marauding Indian scarcely could discover the hiding place In the farther corner of the orchard beneath a large oak is a simple white shaft each side inscribed with the name of a Whittier and his helpmeet the first four generations that lived in the home lie here From another hill a mile or more away I stood for my last view of the home and as I remember it I wide-spreadi- ng |