Conestoga's waters In shade and sunlight flow, I hear amid their ripples A tale os long ago! Adown the long dam splashing They turn the suller's mill And then go, swistly flowing Past valley and past hill! Still flows the river onward! The mill no more is there, The water gleams and flashes, The scene is

AN OLD OIL MILL. At the foot of the western end of the "Mine Ridge," thereabouts better known as "Stony Hill," and in the northwest corner of Eden township, near the old Conowingo ore mines, and about half a mile east of Camargo, on a branch of Beaver creek, stands a large, quaint old stone