Francis Stevens

Friend Island Francis Stevens

"[...]folks treated me. You're laughing now, but wait and see if or not there was sense to the way I felt. "So I up and dries my clothes and my long, soft hair again, which was well worth drying, for I had far more of it than now. After that I walked along a piece, until there was a sweet little path meandering away into the wild woods. "Here, thinks I, this looks like inhabitants. Be they civil or wild, I wonder? But after traveling the path a piece, lo and behold it ended sudden like in a wide circle of green grass, with a little spring of clear water. And the[...]."