In her lament over the degeneracy of the age, the good woman rocked back
and forth, but kept her eyes upon the boat, which was heading for the
shore. Miss Hansford was always spoken of as a _character_ and was
better known than any permanent resident in Oak City. Indeed, she was a
part of the city, and had seen it grow from a few tents clustered around
the camp grounds to its present proportions and modern usages, to which
she did not take kindly. When a girl she had come from her home in
Ridgefield with a party of young people as gay and thoughtless as
herself to attend the annual camp-meeting, which was beginning to
attract a good deal of attention. The site for the camp-meeting had been
chosen by the Methodists, partly for its delightful situation, and
partly for its entire seclusion from anything worldly which would
disturb the mind and hinder the good work. The only house then upon the
Heights was known as the Ralston House, which had been built for many
years, and, with its huge chimney and square look-out on the roof, was a
landmark for the surrounding country. Many strange stories were told of
it and its first owner, old Captain Ralston, whose ship, the Vulture,
had sailed to all parts of the world, and finally gone down in a wild
storm off the Banks of Newfoundland. The house itself was said to have
been a rendezvous for smugglers and a hiding place for their goods. But
with the sinking of the Vulture and the death of the captain, who went
down with it, the stories ceased, and when the first camp-meeting was
held the great house was occupied by the elders and those who could
afford to pay for the rooms. On the Oceanside a few straggling dwellings
were springing up near the grounds and the shore, but for the most part
the accommodations were of the crudest kind. People brought their own
provisions and beds, and camped upon the ground and under trees and felt
that they were worshiping God far more acceptably than if the blue sky
above them had been the dome of some expensive church and the hard
benches upon which they sat in its luxuriously cushioned pews.
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