Mishawaka

Mishawaka was a thriving little city, made so largely by the fact that iron-ore—bog-iron—was being found thereabouts.

His eighteen-dollar house at Mishawaka had transformed itself into one worth a thousand, fully paid for.

There was a good log schoolhouse at Mishawaka, kept by a worthy man by the name of Merrifield, who knew how to use the birch.

Now, in Mishawaka there were some very fine folks—the family of Joseph Doty, for instance.