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vain. As we started in despair the clouds parted for an 

 instant, giving us glimpses into the valley, then united 

 and came down upon us in a deluging rain. Our 

 dripping horse carefully picked his way down the steep 

 mountain, and when we reached the level road the water 

 was nearly a foot in depth for some distance. We 

 splashed along quite happy, for this was not half so 

 aggravating as the fitful mist of the morning, which 

 every moment promised to clear away. The rest of our 

 journey was pleasant, but uneventful. 



As we reviewed the drive of four hundred miles, we 

 felt we must have reached the climax within our limits. 

 But no! we added another hundred miles, and extended 

 our time to nearly a month on ovir next trip. 



Lacking definite plans as usual, we drove to Lake 

 Winnipiseogee once more, thinking another session of 

 the Grove meeting at Weirs would be a good beginning. 

 When the glorious week ended, there was seemingly an 

 adjournment to the White Mountains, and as we had 

 faithfully attended these meetings from the first, it was 

 clearly our duty to follow ; so on we drove, resting our 

 horse at Plymouth, spending the night at Campton 

 Village, and next day visiting in turn the attractions of 

 the Pemigewasset Valley, the Flume, Pool, Basin, 

 Profile and Echo Lake. Passing on through the beau- 

 tiful Notch, night overtook us at Franconia. On our 

 way to Bethlehem, the following morning, we left our 

 horse for an hour and walked up Alt. Agassiz, which well 

 repaid the efifort. With the aid of a glass we traced the 

 drive before us, through Bethlehem's one long street, 

 past the Twin Mountain House and along the Cherry 



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