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corner under the seat," but in a little pocket made on 

 purpose, where it could be seized without delay when 

 our game appeared. As we shall not refer to our "com- 

 panion" again, never having had occasion to use it, we 

 will say here that it is no longer a terror but a sort of 

 chaperone, in whose care we rest secure. 



Our driving this season was within the limits of our 

 own State, and we have yet to find anything more truly 

 beautiful than western Massachusetts, with its Berk- 

 shire hills and grand old towns, Stockbridge, Lee and 

 Lenox. Our map was on a small scale, and the distance 

 from Pittsfield to the Hudson River looked very short, 

 so we ordered good care for our horse, and took the six 

 o'clock train one morning for Hudson, where we met the 

 boat for New York. The day was perfect, and our 

 enjoyment complete. We reached the city at dusk, and 

 next thought to surprise a friend, twenty miles out, in 

 New Jersey, where we received a joyous welcome. The 

 next day we devoted to New York, returning by night 

 boat to Hudson, and before nine o'clock the following 

 morning, after forty miles by rail again, we resumed our 

 driving from Pittsfield, delighted with our side trip of 

 nearly four hundred miles, but oh ! so glad to be in our 

 cosy phaeton once more. The homeward route was full 

 of interesting details, which we must leave. 



Centennial year came next, and we made our shortest 

 trip, driving only one hundred and fifty miles in New 

 Hampshire in early autumn. 



The tramp terror increased at home and abroad, and 

 when summer came again our "guardians" looked so 

 anxious, we said nothing, and went camping instead of 



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