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narrow winding trail. True, a Fitch- 

 burg railway train was rumbling some- 

 where in the distance, and on the Con- 

 cord road an automobile's honk was 

 heard instead of cries of loons on 

 Walden waves; but these were the only 

 discordant notes. Otherwise peace 

 primeval! 



As usual with me, I did not find my- 

 self following the tourist crowd at 

 Concord. The dear old town with its 

 great elms, its battle-ground, its monu- 

 ments and inspiring Colonial memories, 

 is properly visited annually by a great 

 many good Americans. "Its groves, 

 its streams, its houses, are haunted by 

 undying memories, and its hillsides 

 and hollows are made holy by the dust 

 that is covered by their turf." A 

 native told me that 400,000 visitors 

 had passed through the place last year. 

 He might as well have said 4,000 or 

 4,000,000, so far as my credulity was 

 concerned. There is no lack of enter- 

 prise upon the part of historical so- 

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