14000 MILES 



Berkshire Hills, up to Lake Winnipiseogee four times, 

 all through the White Mountains, over the Green Moun- 

 tains to Lake Champlain, Lake George and Saratoga, and 

 taken in all the big hills, little mountains, inhabited island 

 and country resorts on the way. Where should we find 

 "new worlds to conquer"? In our perplexity, we remem- 

 bered that a party of friends were in Dublin, N. H., for 

 the summer, and resolved to make that our starting point. 



The morning of the 15th of August dawned bright and 

 cool, and we held our wraps close about us, as we stowed 

 ourselves away for the tenth time in our same cosy 

 phaeton, with all our equipments in the way of bags, 

 straps, waterproofs, umbrellas, books, maps, writing 

 materials, fancy work, lunch basket, and — the only thing 

 we take which we never use — our revolver. 



Our first day's drive was very enjoyable; the air was 

 so cool we could not dispense with our wraps even at 

 midday. We said good-morning to our friends in Fitch- 

 burg, rested our horse, and sent our first mail home at 

 Ashburnham, lunched by the wayside, surprised friends 

 from Boston who were rusticating in the berry pastures 

 of Rindge, and finally passed the night at East JafTrey, 

 the only place in the vicinity where we had not proposed 

 spending the first night. The hotel proprietor was 

 suffering from a recent sunstroke, but had recovered 

 sufficiently to provide every comfort, including a fire in 

 our room, and after another contribution to the mail, 

 refreshing sleep and a good breakfast, we were ready for 

 our morning drive to Dublin, where we found our friends 

 delightfully located in the suburbs, close by the lovely 

 Monadnock Lake, with the grand old mountain looming 



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