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L. W. STEVENS OF FORT FAIRFIELD.

THEY blazed the way to the Border, In the scarf of the sapling pine; They cleared the virgin forest And planted the corn and the vine; And the sounds, that broke the silence, Were the settler's axe and saw, Where the mills now sing defiance To the Forest's primal law. From the first man's trackless searching To the man who goes at will, Is a stretch of modern progress That is measured from axe to mill, And the toll of Aroostook's seasons Is paid to those men of years Who like Stevens of Fort Fairfield Were of its lumbermen-pioneers, He has helped to build her cities And has dealt in her real estate. For Fort Fairfield's business progress He has labored long and late:— This the tribute that they offer To this man of modest ways; "He attends strictly to his business," Which I consider highest praise.