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EARLY HISTORY OF WOODSTOCK
We listen to the ring of the woodman's ax, the merry shout of honest mirth, the sincere fraternal greeting, the lofty hymns of praise ascending from devout and hone
hearts to Him who hears alike the prayer of the humblest and the most exalted of his subjects. And again we are parched with the internal fires of fever, dream of the cooling draught from the crystal fount of our boyhood's home, hear the death rattle of expiring kindred, stand again beside the open grave of those who were busy actors in the great drama of pioneer life, and shudder as we hear the rattling sand upon the coffin, and hear reiterated again and again "Dust to dust, " "Earth to earth, " "Ashes to ashes.
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