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EARLY HISTORY OF WOODSTOCK
But old Woodstock lies there, spread out just as it was, so far as the face of the country is concerned, when the first white man's voice awakened the echoes amongst her green hills or reverberated over her plains or the peaceful calm of her sparkling waters. Her majestic oaks have given place to beautiful fields of plenty; her green and floral decked landscapes are now dotted over with the homes of affluence and plenty.
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