It was not until I had come to browse among the oldest of Manhattan’s oldest records,—­(and at that they’re not very old!)—­those which show the reaching out of the fingers of early progress, the first shoots of metropolitan growth, that the picture really came to me.  Then I saw New York as a little city which had sprung up almost with the speed of a modern mushroom town.  First, in Peter Minuit’s day, its centre was the old block house below Bowling Green; then it spread out a bit until it became a real, thriving city,—­with its utmost limits at Canal Street!  Greenwich and the Bowery Lane were isolated little country hamlets, the only ones on the island, and far, far out of town.  They appeared as inaccessible to the urban dwellers of that day as do residents on the Hudson to the confirmed city people nowadays;—­nay, still more so, since trains and motors, subways and surface cars, have more or less annihilated distance for us.

Washington Square was then in the real wilds, an uncultivated region, half swamp, half sand, with the Sand Hill Road,—­an old Indian trail,—­running along the edge of it, and Minetta Creek taking its sparkling course through its centre.  It was many years before Minetta was even spanned by a bridge, for no one lived anywhere near it.

Peter Stuyvesant’s farm gave the Bowery its name, for you must know that Bouwerie came from the Dutch word Bouwerij, which means farm, and this country lane ran through the grounds of the Stuyvesant homestead.  A branch road from the Bouwerie Lane led across the stretch of alternate marsh and sand to the tiny settlement of Greenwich, running from east to west.  The exact line is lost today, but we know it followed the general limit of Washington Square North.  On the east was the Indian trail.

Sarah Comstock says: 

“The Indian trail has been, throughout our country, the beginning of the road.  In his turn, the Indian often followed the trail of the beast.  Such beginnings are indiscernible for the most part, in the dusk of history, but we still trace many an old path that once knew the tread of moccasined feet.”

[Illustration:  Map of old Greenwich village.  A section of Bernard Ratzer’s map of New York and its suburbs, made in the Eighteenth Century, when Greenwich was more than two miles from the city.]

Here, between the short lane that ran from the Bouwerij toward the first young sprout of Greenwich, and the primitive Sand Hill (or Sandy Hill) Trail lay a certain waste tract of land.  It was flanked by the sand mounds,—­part of the Zantberg, or long range of sand hills,—­haunted by wild fowl, and utterly aloof from even that primitive civilisation.  The brook flowed from the upper part of the Zantberg Hills to the Hudson River, and emptied itself into that great channel at a point somewhere near Charlton Street.  The name Minetta came from the Dutch root,—­min,—­minute, diminutive.  With the popular suffix tje (the Dutch could no more resist that than the French can resist ette!) it became Mintje,—­the little one,—­to distinguish it from the Groote Kill or large creek a mile away.  It was also sometimes called Bestavaar’s Killetje, or Grandfather’s Little Creek, but Mintje persisted, and soon became Minetta.