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zine articles and consulted friends who had toured New- 

 England, but from none of these did we get the slightest 

 information of that which has made our trip such an 

 everlasting pleasure the kindly interest and hospitality 

 shown to us by our wayside hosts. We were very tired 

 when we asked for our first camping privilege. Had we 

 been refused, I doubt that we would have tried again. 

 Our home is in Chevy Chase, Maryland, on the outskirts 

 of the national capital. Washington's traffic is not heavy 

 and its regulations understandable by one of average in- 

 telligence. In our innocence we thought similar regula- 

 tions existed everywhere. We reached Philadelphia dur- 

 ing the heavy traffic of late afternoon, and becoming 

 confused at the City Hall turned to the right towlard 



selves and give them now as our first advice to campers. 

 Leave the main highway for a mile or two about sunset. 

 .Ask permission to camp at a prosperous looking farm 

 house. State you will build no fires without permission 

 and that you will leave the grounds as sightly as you find 

 them. Had the wholesome "Mrs." a few miles from 

 Bustleton to whom we made this first request refused 

 us, we should probably have changed the trip to the 

 hotel route. Her hospitable answer "Camp wherever you 

 will be comfortable, and if it should rain there is plenty 

 of room in the house," was the beginning of the welcome 

 that met us throughout the entire time. 



These words were repeated by another host at North 

 Kennebunkport, Maine ; again on the Mohawk Trail ; 



DOLLY COPP PUBLIC CAMP GROUND 



This public camping ground in the White Mountain National Forest is near the base of Mount Washington. There are excellent 

 water and all necessary conveniences for cooking, while a forest ranger is on hand to give assistance and information. 



South Broad when a left turn should have been made to 

 North Broad. At every corner was the sign "No Left 

 Turn" with a trafific officer at its side. It took more than 

 average intelligence to know how to get back unless 

 one ran out of the city and entered again. Finally we 

 discovered that one turns left in the middle of the block 

 on that street instead of at the corner, and so we at last 

 reached North Broad, headed in the direction of New 

 York. 



It was therefore quite late when we reached the Boule- 

 varrl ; no camp site in view, and to add to our troubles 

 we had the first and only puncture in the entire 1825 

 miles. \\e ])Ut to test the rules we had made for our- 



and by this kindly first hostess when we returned for 

 our last night in camp. We did not go in. The family 

 visited us under a stretch of stars rarely seen by city 

 people. The father and his boys had just completed set- 

 ting out 140,000 celery plants, and somehow we pitied 

 all other boys who had not had the opportunity for such 

 family co-operation. To our first outdoor breakfast 

 came a gift of warm milk, the beginning of food gifts 

 that sometimes caused us embarrassment. An Irish track 

 hand, very early in the morning, at our camp at North 

 Haven, Connecticut, insisted on giving us the lunch that 

 he had just bought, excusing himself by saying that he 

 was "too strong to work that day." Stopping at a farm- 



