2. DWELT A PEOPLE PARTLY INDIAN.

Where the Tunxis wanders down,

Twixt the mountains, rolling southward,

In beauty through Barkhamsted Town,

Dwelt a people partly Indian.

In a narrow vale sequestered,

Through which flows the winding Tunxis,

North of peaceful Pleasant Valley

And the grassy fields of “Moose Plain,”

In the gate-way to the County,

Gate-way to the “Mountain County” —

Ragged Mountain to the eastward,

Rugged Woodruff to the westward,

Guarding well the narrow valley,

In the town of fair Barkhamsted,

Where now grow the birch and alder,

Hardy maple, oak and walnut,

Graceful hemlocks, lofty pine trees,

Spreading up the shady hill-side,

Hill-side stony, steep and rocky,

Was a group of ragged cabins,

Dwelt in by a people blended,

Partly white and partly Indian,

Partly from the early settlers,

And the vagabonds of travel.