He walked to the window. The sun was now glistening off the snow-capped trees in an almost blinding aura. Across the road, he could barely see a small winding stream, partially flowing, the edges frozen. He saw the water gave way rushing over what appeared to be a stone wall.
“Is that a waterfall down the stream?”
“Yeah, it’s called Little Bartlett’s Falls. It’s where the town gets their drinking water from. The Bartletts, they owned mite near’ all the land around here around 1900. That’s when Colonel Fries found the Big Bartlett’s Falls, and realized this would be a dandy place to build a dam and start his mill. He bought up a whole heap of land from them.”
“So the Mill has been here since 1900?”
“Yep, up till around the fifties, the Mill, they owned everything. The houses, the stores
