When a traveler in north central Massachusetts takes the wrong fork at the junction of the Aylesbury pike just beyond Dean\'s Corners he comes upon a lonely and curious country.
At the same time the planted fields app.
The trees of the frequent forest belts seem too large, and the wild weeds, brambles, and grasses attain a luxuriance not often found in settled regions.
The ground gets higher, and the brier-bordered stone walls press closer and closer against the ruts of the dusty, curving road.
When a traveler in north central Massachusetts takes the wrong fork at the junction of the Aylesbury pike just beyond Dean\'s Corners he comes upon a lonely and curious country