Near its junction with Leavitt Street is PINE-LOG MILL.   The IRON MINE (so called) is here at the corner of the lane, although indistinguishable in the undergrowth.   It is hard to say now what gave this name to the locality.   Near it is BLACK SNAKE HILL.   DISMAL SWAMP is northeast of the Iron Mine, and extends into Cohasset.   Close by is, or rather was, the famous FOREST SANCTUARY.   This was an open grove of noble pines, the growth of centuries,—the ground beneath them being carpeted with a thick laver of fragrant pine needles, with gray and mossy rocks here and there.   The name was a fitting one, and well expressed the quiet grandeur of the natural beauty of this remote spot.   But it was deemed desirable to sweep away these superb trees in order to

and Forest Sanctuary has accordingly long been a thing of the past.
   We are now in the THIRD DIVISION WOODS, which extend far and wide, over hill, dale, and swamp, and form probably the nearest approach to the primeval wilderness which can be found within fifteen miles of Boston.   They spread over into Cohasset, and far southward.   The deciduous part of these woodlands is largely composed of various species of the oak family; the evergreen portion principally of the white pine, although many other species of both classes of trees abound.   At the side of the old Third Division Road, on the line between Hingham and Cohasset, is a mark which was called the STONE BOUNDS.   When the selectmen of the two towns "make their rounds," they are popularly and mysteriously supposed to reach this mark at high noon, and according to the ancient custom "crack a bottle" against it.   Other landmarks in Third Division Woods are JOSH LEAVITT'S BARS, on the right side of the way near the road to Beechwoods.   Near by is THORPH.   BURR'S HILL, so called from a Mr. Burr, who owned land at its foot.   GLASS ROCK was on the line of the Third Division, far south.
   Now let us return again to Leavitt Street, and, retracing our former course, turn to the eastward into TURKEY HILL LANE, which leads up over three quite elevated eminences, until we reach the principal height of TURKEY HILL.   It is nearly a mile to this summit.   At the first bend, to the right of the lane, are the remains of what was once a ledge, or enormous bowlder, about twelve feet high, with a rounded top sloping off smoothly to the south.   This was GREAT-ROCK.   Upon this smooth surface an eccentric individual had chiselled in large letters this odd inscription:—