During the next week the two boys left New York, and became pupils at Doctor Shelley's private academy, at elmwood-a pleasant country town not far from Long Island Sound-and there we bid them adieu.
"The Young Musician or, Fighting His Way"
Horatio Alger
Silent are all the sounds of day; Nothing I hear but the chirp of crickets, And the cry of the herons winging their way O'er the poet's house in the elmwood thickets.
"The Complete Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow"
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
At elmwood we saw the efforts the people had made to preserve them.
"See America First"
Orville O. Hiestand