s, and the family goats
gambolled; in the valleys the truck gardens waxed green and smiled
luxuriously as if conscious of the enormous square-foot value of the
land that they were pre-empting. But King Dynamite came, and the steam
drill came, and the air clanged with the driving of many rivets, and the
Mountain Men, and their goats, and their wives, and their unwashed
offspring, and their Lares and Penates went forth into the
wilderness--no one knows just where. The days of Squatter Sovereignty
had passed.

But the Mountain men and women within the memory were the hardy,
obstinate, unyielding survivors, the last to cling to the strongholds in
a region that once seemed impregnable. Before Central Park was laid out
Fifty-ninth Street was the dividing line. Below, rich brown-stone;
above, along the country road which was then Fifth Avenue, a waste,
squalid yet in its way picturesque, that extended almost to Mount Morris
Park. "Here lived," "Fifth Avenue" tells us, "over five thousand as
poverty-stricken and disreputable people as could be seen anywhere. The
squatters' settlements in the Park were surrounded by swamps, and
overgrown with briers, vines, and thickets. The soil that covered the
rocky surface was unfit for cultivation. Here and there were stone
quarries and stagnant pools. In this wilderness lived the squatters, in
little shanties and huts made of boards picked up along the river fronts
and often pieced out with sheets of tin, obtained by flattening cans.
Some occupants paid ten dollars and twenty-five dollars rent, but the
majority paid nothing. Three stone buildings, two brick buildings,
eighty-five or ninety frame houses, one rope-walk and about two hundred
shanties, barns, stables, piggeries, and bone-factories, appear in a
census made just before Central Park was begun. Some of the shanties
were dug-outs, and most had dirt floors. In this manner lived, in a
state of loose morality, Americans, Germans, Irish, Negroes, and
Indians. Some were honest and some were not; many were roughs and
crooks. Much of their food was refuse, which they procured in the lower
portion of the city, and carried along Fifth Avenue to their homes in
small carts drawn by dogs. The mongrel dogs were a remarkable feature of
squatter life, and it is said that the Park area contained no less than
one hundred thousand 'curs of low degree,' which, with cows, pigs, cats,
goats, geese, and chickens, roamed at will, and lived upon the refus