text:  As Winifred was approaching this tranquil vale--her native vale--after an absence at the town of Cardigan where she had been seeking assistance for her father with little success she was startled by the unusual sound of many voices and soon saw aghast the whole of the rustic furniture standing about on the pretty green her infant play-place; the noisy auctioneer mounted on the well-known old oaken table; even her mother's wheel was already knocked down and sold and her father's own great wicker chair was ready to be put up while rude boys were trying its rickety antiquity by a furious rocking