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mirror-like waters, enraptured with the loveliness sur- 

 rounding us. 



After a few hours' rest at Fort William Henry, we 

 were ready for the return sail. As we landed, our driver 

 stood by his horses, eager for a start ; a few of us 

 expressed our willingness to walk for a while, possibly 

 remembering the last fearful pitches in that rough road, 

 as well as the beautiful cardinal flowers and ferns we 

 desired to gather. After a walk and run of nearly two 

 miles, the driver summoned us to the wagon, just 

 before we reached the pitch we most dreaded and were 

 hastening to avoid. We obeyed, and now galloped on 

 until we reached Lake Champlain again, and took breath 

 while we slowly ferried across in the gathering twilight. 

 Our remaining four miles was a glorious moonlight drive. 

 As we entered the village it seemed impossible that we 

 had been away only since morning, for we had seen and 

 enjoyed so much. 



The next day we turned our thoughts homeward. Not 

 wishing to return by the same route, we ventured into 

 New York State, and after two or three days reached 

 Saratoga Springs. All frequenters of this resort can 

 easily imagine our routine there — the drive to the lake at 

 the approved time, etc. The roving spirit so possessed 

 us that we left the scene of gayety without regret, and 

 on we went over the hills to take a look at Bennington on 

 our way to North Adams. We drove over Hoosac 

 Mountain, but have yet to see its charms ; the mist con- 

 cealed everything but our horse. We waited two hours 

 at a farmhouse near the summit for fair weather, but in 



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