At Egg Rock, the canoers and kayakers going down the Sudbury and up the Concord, and into the Assabet, slide by a stone that is trying to tell us that Indians dwelled on this point many sunny Sundays ago, and I look back to see a brave spear- fishing for a millennium, but am blinded by the glare. June 2004

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