'Mid the New England hills, and beneath the shadow of their dim old
woods, is a running brook whose deep waters were not always as
merry and frolicsome as now; for years before our story opens, pent
up and impeded in their course, they dashed angrily against their
prison walls, and turned the creaking wheel of an old sawmill with
a sullen, rebellious roar. The mill has gone to decay, and the
sturdy men who fed it with the giant oaks of the forest are
sleeping quietly in the village graveyard. The waters of the
mill-pond, too, relieved from their confinement, leap gayly over
the ruined dam, tossing for a moment in wanton glee their locks of
snow-white foam, and then flowing on, half fearfully as it were,
through the deep gorge overhung with the hemlock and the pine,
where the shadows of twilight ever lie, and where the rocks frown
gloomily down upon the stream below, which, emerging from the
darkness, loses itself at last in the waters of the gracefully
winding Chicopee, and leaves far behind the moss-covered walls of
what is familiarly known as the "Old House by the Mill."
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