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Updated: May 12, 2025
People said that the Brighton children could "never manage," when it was said that they were planning to live in the little cottage on the hill above Medford Valley. "There's always a wind there from the sea, dearie," said old Granny Fullerton to Barbara Brighton. "It will search out your very bones, come winter." Barbara shook her head cheerfully.
Huntington, feeling sure of what was coming, left us for his home in Medford, never for one moment expressing to us any views on the subject now engrossing all minds; and, when parting with him, I whispered, 'If it comes, I am for my country!
But the evening fell with matters much as ordinary, to all appearance; and as the town was under martial law, most of the population was off the streets by nine o'clock. But soon after ten that night, a man was riding at a hand-gallop past Medford, heading west.
Medford, after consulting in a low tone with Mr. Hatch, who smiled and nodded. "Perhaps we can find something." The girls followed her to the upper part of the cottage, leaving Frank and Bart to make up below. Merry gave Bart his choice of the two rigs, and Hodge took the Indian outfit, leaving the cowboy costume for Frank.
She had seen him through the telescope, standing on the embankment and waving his hat. Lieutenant Robert Walden, at the moment, was five miles away, in Medford town, delivering a message to Colonel John Stark to hasten with his regiment to Bunker Hill. The meetinghouse bell was ringing the hour of noon when the drummer beat the long roll for the parading of the regiment.
I told myself that a certain portion of Medford Valley belonged to me, that I could come back and live a life of dignified idleness, if only I had my rights, if only Jasper would give me what was my own." "But it wasn't true. You knew that he wouldn't keep what belonged to you," burst out Janet. "I knew it wasn't true, but people love to deceive themselves, and I had to explain to Martha.
Certainly her heart beat no faster at this moment to know that he was in the grip of a perilous disease. She told herself that her Bennett was dead already; that she was coming back to Medford not to care for and watch over the individual, but to combat the disease.
Your Papa will let you look at them and shew them to Edward, and then he will take care of them, and, by the time you grow up to be a Man, they will under Papa's wise management increase to double their present number. With wishing you may never be in want of such playthings and yet never too fond of them, I remain your affectionate friend, WM. WELLS. MEDFORD, July 2, 1793.
Yes, I would rather see you on a lecture platform than on the deck of an arctic steamship. You know that, Ward." He shot a glance at her. "I would like to know what you mean," he muttered. The winter went by, then the spring, and by June all the country around Medford was royal with summer.
"I han't got no brandy," he said, "but there's a drop or two of old Medford rum in this here that you're welcome to, if it'll be of any help. I alliz kerry a little on 't in case o' gettin' wet 'n' chilled."
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