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authorities declared the morrow would be a fine day for 

 Mt. Washington ; so, despite stiffened and aching joints, 

 we took our breakfast at halfpast five, and at six o'clock 

 we were snugly packed in our phaeton, with blankets and 

 wraps all in use, for it was cold. Our good horse felt the 

 inspiration of the morning, and we started oiT briskly on 

 our thirteen miles' drive over Cherry Mountain to the 

 Fabyan House, where we took the early train up Mt. 

 Washington. Everybody does this, so we will leave 

 without comment, except on the unusual clearness of the 

 view, and hasten to our driving. 



We reached Fabyan's again after the slow descent at 

 half-past four. Our carriage was ready ; and in less than 

 five minutes we were on our way. Passing the Crawford 

 House, with its attractive surroundings, we entered the 

 Notch. What grandeur! Such a contrast to the quiet 

 beauty of the Franconia Notch ! The road through this 

 narrow gap is very rough, with only here and there a 

 place where vehicles can meet or pass, and constant 

 watchfulness is required. We spent the night at the 

 Willey House, with Mt. Webster looming up before us, 

 and Mt. Willard and others near by shutting us in 

 completely. We reluctantly left this quiet spot. The 

 drive to North Conway was full of picturesque beauty; 

 then, as we journeyed, the mountains dwindled into hills, 

 the lovely meadows became pasture land, and Nature 

 seemed dressed in every-day attire. 



Not yet satisfied, we turned toward the seashore again, 

 following the coast from Newburyport to Gloucester, 

 this time rounding Cape Ann, delighted with the unsus- 

 pected charms of Pigeon Cove, and spending a night at 



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