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Uncle Tim was very glad to see Mr. Davenport and Clinton, as he always / was to see travellers. He called Bill, one of his boys, to go and put / up the horse, while he led the strangers into the house, where his wife / had already set about preparing something for them to eat, for it was / past noon, and the family had just finished their dinner.
Clinton soon slipped outside, to take a look at the premises, for his / curiosity was much excited by the novel appearance of things. The / clearing was very large, and not a native tree had been left upon / it; but it was completely surrounded by a straight, unbroken line of / forest, which looked like a perpendicular wall. The land consisted of / gentle slopes and valleys, and was divided into separate fields, by / fences made of stumps and logs. Nearly in the centre of the clearing / stood the house and barn. They were both built of spruce logs, placed / one upon another, cob-house fashion, the chinks between them being / filled up with clay and moss. From the centre of the house rose a huge / stone chimney. The windows were glazed in the common manner. As Clinton / was looking around, Uncle Tim came out and spoke to him: -