Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

Shortly after passing the Two Mile Crossroad, I turned aside, and headed for some pasture fields which formerly belonged to Bullard’s. The country between the Ellsworth and Goshen roads, is delightful. Composed almost entirely of hilly unkempt pastures and dense dark groves, it affords a relief from unromantic cul­tivated land, which is rather dispiriting to a lover of wilder nature. And at the same time I do not mean to infer that I find no beauty and inspiration in uncultivated land - far from it, but around Salem, one cannot not go to the country and be where there are not some tilled fields somewhere. At least I thought so until today, but once I found such a place, look where I would I could nothing but woods and pastures, patches of brambles and groves of saplings.

     I had hardly entered the first pasture when I met a man returning from a hunt