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ingly a new journey. Charlie had fared as well as we in 

 Canada, and our twenty miles' drive was easily accom- 

 plished. The glorious sunset and moonrise on Lake 

 Willoughby was a fitting close to the day begun on Lake 

 Memphremagog. 



We watched the clouds from our window until quite 

 late, then drew the shade and pinned to it our map with 

 the two supplements. 



For an hour or more we studied diligently, trying to 

 find an unfamiliar route home, but all in vain. We had 

 jestingly remarked, one day, that "we would go home 

 through the mountains to avoid the hills," and as a last 

 resort we decided to do so, for that is a drive that will 

 bear repeating any number of times. 



The lake was dotted with white-caps next morning, 

 and our desire to row was forgotten. We experienced 

 our idea of a lakeshore drive as we followed the lovely 

 road close to the water's edge for four miles, Mt. Hor 

 and Mt. Pisgah towering so high above, and looking as 

 if they were one mountain, but rent in twain by some 

 convulsion of nature, while the water had rushed in to 

 fill the gap, as they drifted apart. The drive was a 

 striking contrast to the sandy hills we went over in the 

 afternoon, which we remembered too well, but no plan- 

 ning could avoid. We passed the night at St. Johnsbury, 

 and just as the mail came for which we were waiting, 

 Charlie returned from the blacksmith's with his new 

 shoes. 



We now turned our faces towards the mountains, 

 feeling quite at home as we journeyed ofif the supple- 

 ments on to our old map, and still more so, when after a 



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