This is the home of Henry Clay Woodward, and his daughter Carrie.

One day after a delicious dinner at his house, some of the party went rowing on the river. Mrs. Yale and Margaret Miller are at the left. Dana Miller is captain and power source, while Mrs. Chapin sits in the bow.

One day when the minister had to get pictures in Hazardville, Mrs. Hathaway kindly consented to provide conveyance. While he photographed the Falls, she looked on from the bridge above.

The photographer wanted to rest, but more restless spirits wanted to go places.The photographer was slowed by much paraphernalia, so he took a shot at the hikers from the rear, before they disappeared around a curve in the road. They are Mr. Brainard, Mrs. Yale, and Alice Brainard.

Let us cross the street and look north. There are the tracks along which the trolleys rush at breath-taking speed.At the left, back of the trees, live the Allens and their neighbors, clear past the watering trough and almost as far as Mrs. Chapin. On the right, the large trees curtain the Grant mansion from the eyes of passers by.

Let us look down the street, to Allens Corner. The time is high noon. No sort of a time to make photographs. Note the row of trees, the trolley track, the gravel road generously laid with dust, the horse drawn carriage

As we stand in the front of Mrs. Lees, look north along Enfield Street.Our view extends almost as far as the church. The beautiful trees are so closely set, and so luxuriant as to foliage, that they almost hide the house.

Before we continue down King Street. Let us turn aside for the River Road. Here is the house that stands at the location of the old Enfield Bridge, near the railroad station.

Just above is one of the most picturesque sights on the river, the Rips.

Above the Rips, the Falls add their beauty to the river.

If we go down to the river bank, at the upper end of the island, we will be rewarded with this pretty, though not well-known, view.

The Scantic River and its bridge between Weymouth and Wallop make one of the prettiest scenes in Enfield.

As the road winds from the river up to Wallop, it makes an alluring picture.

The watering trough, at the top of the hill has delighted and refreshed horses for many years. It happened that Mrs. Yale was calling with me the day I took the camera along.

Here is located a device for forcing water to the houses of Mr. Neelans and Mr. Olmstead.

This is the Buckhorn Bridge, on the way to Melrose. Mrs. Yale and I have been parish calling and she is driving one of William Henry’s horses.