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Margery Deane tells your readers all one needs to 

 know of this place of places. So we will find our way to 

 New Bedford, leave our horse and take a look at ]\Iar- 

 tha's Vineyard for a few days. Our first impression of 

 the "Cottage City" was that of a miniature Newport; but 

 this every one knows all about, so we will go on to 

 Plymouth, where we saw everything worth seeing. 

 Plymouth Rock would have satisfied us more fully had 

 it looked as it does in the pictures of the "Landing," 

 instead of being out in the midst of dry land, with a 

 pagoda built over it, and inscriptions to remind one that 

 it is not an ordinary flagstone. 



We found much that interested us in Marshfield, 

 Hingham, and Milton with its Blue Hills. We have not 

 forgotten a night at the homelike Norfolk House, and an 

 afternoon devoted to the famed residences in Water- 

 town. We drove to Point Shirley one morning during 

 our stay near Boston, and on returning gave our journey 

 another historic touch by going to the top of Bunker Hill 

 Monument; and still another a few days later, as we 

 visited the old battle-grounds in Lexington and Concord, 

 on our way home. 



Before another summer, whispers of tramps were 

 heard, and soon they were fully inaugurated, making us 

 tremble and sigh as we thought of the opposition that 

 threatened us. A revolver was suggested, in case we 

 persisted in facing this danger, and finally as go we 

 must, we condensed our baggage that it might be out of 

 sight, and confidently took the reins, having no fear of 

 anything ahead, so long as our greatest terror — a loaded 

 revolver — was close at hand, not "hidden away in one 



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