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Mountain road, turning until it nearly described a half- 

 circle, and finally reaching Jefferson. 



We realized far more than Mt. Agassiz promised. We 

 were leaving the beauties of the Franconia Mountains 

 and nearing the grandeur of the White Mountain range, 

 and in many respects it was the most impressive drive of 

 our journey. The last four miles from Jefferson to the 

 Highlands, just at sunset facing Mts. Washington, 

 Jefferson, Adams and Madison, was beyond description. 

 Here we spent several days ; for three reasons : We had 

 surely found the headquarters of the "adjournment," 

 for we met many Weirs friends ; then, too, we were 

 floating about on the northerly margin of our map, and 

 could go no farther in that direction, and lastly, we were 

 waiting for a favorable day for Mt. Washington. 



One of these waiting days we spent on Mt. Adams; 

 two of us, out of our party of seven, registering our 

 names in the "little tin box" at the summit. 



It was an exhausting climb of four miles, up the 

 roughest and most beautiful path imaginable, marked 

 out by the Appalachian Club. We encountered four 

 hailstorms, and suffered extremely from cold on that 

 August day, but the five minutes' perfectly clear view 

 more than compensated. The gathering mist, which had 

 cleared just for our glimpse, warned us to seek our path, 

 and we rapidly descended to the Appalachian camp, 

 where we found our friends and a glowing fire. After a 

 rest and lunch we continued our descent. An hour's ride 

 after we reached the base brought us to our Jefferson 

 "home" again, delighted with the day's experience. The 

 sun went down in great glory, and the weather 



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