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up on the opposite shore. We lost no time, but proceeded 

 to "do" Dublin, inspired by the cool, bracing atmosphere. 

 We walked and talked, rode and rowed, and verified all 

 the glowing descriptions, even to sifting the sand on the 

 lake shore for garnets. 



It now became necessary to decide in which direction 

 to journey. As we drove towards the village next morn- 

 ing, it occurred to us that we had made a great omission 

 in "doing" Dublin, not having called on the post- 

 master ; in the words of another, "Our genial, ubiquitous 

 postmaster, whose talents are so universal, whose 

 resources so unlimited that he will build you a house, 

 match your worsted, stock your larder, buy a horse, put 

 up your stove, doctor your hens or cash a check with 

 equal promptness, skill and courtesy." Surely, he could 

 help us. We took our maps to him, and asked a few 

 questions, but, strange to say, he did not seem to get any 

 definite idea of what we wanted, and, after a little hesita- 

 tion, politely inquired, "Where do you wish to go?" We 

 then hesitated, and as politely replied, "We do not know; 

 we are driving, and would like to go where we have never 

 been, and return by a different route." Immediately his 

 face brightened, he pointed out various places of interest, 

 to which we could only say, "Yes, very delightful ; but 

 we have been there." 



Finally, he produced a map of his own, and soon 

 started us off somewhere, I forget where, and, perhaps, 

 we did not go there at all. Suflfice it to say, we now felt 

 Dublin was "done," and turned our horse north, as we 

 always do, when at a loss. 



On we drove through Hancock, Bennington, Antrim 



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