massapog

Updated: May 5, 2026

Afterwards we rode until the sun was nigh setting, when we came to a little hut on the shore of a broad lake at a place called Massapog. It had been dwelt in by a white family formerly, but it was now empty, and much decayed in the roof, and as we did ride up to it we saw a wild animal of some sort leap out of one of its windows, and run into the pines. Here Mr.

John Greenleaf Whittier - Tales and Sketches, Complete: Volume V., the Works of Whittier: Tales and Sketches

Afterwards we rode until the sun was nigh setting, when we came to a little hut on the shore of a broad lake at a place called Massapog. It had been dwelt in by a white family formerly, but it was now empty, and much decayed in the roof, and as we did ride up to it we saw a wild animal of some sort leap out of one of its windows, and run into the pines. Here Mr.

John Greenleaf Whittier - Margaret Smith's Journal: Part 1, from Volume V., the Works of Whittier: Tales and Sketches