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getting glimpses of the lake from the top of a high hill, 

 then wending our way into the valley only to go up 

 again. It sometimes seemed as if nothing but a plunge 

 would ever bring us to the lake, but after much twisting 

 and turning, we reached Wolfeboro and drove up to The 

 Pavilion at two o'clock. We left our horse and traveling 

 equipments in charge until called for, and in an hour 

 went on board the Lady of the Lake. Now we felt 

 really at home, but the charms of Lake Winnipiseogee 

 are only increased by familiarity, and we never enjoyed 

 it more. At Weirs Landing a friendly face greeted us, 

 one always present at the Grove meetings. We secured 

 at Hotel Weirs the room we had last year, and then went 

 out in search of friends, and found them from the East, 

 West, North and South. We surprised them all, for they 

 had heard indirectly only the day before that we had 

 started on our journey with usual indefiniteness, except 

 that we were not going to Weirs. 



The two or three days we spent there were interspersed 

 with sermons, friendly reunions, rowing, and a trip to 

 Wolfeboro on The Gracie, with a party of twenty. The 

 talented company, the glories of the lake and shore 

 scenery by daylight, the sunset tints, the moon in its full 

 beauty, and the lightning darting through the black 

 clouds in the distant north, with now and then a far-away 

 rumbling of thunder, made a rare combination. 



The next day, Saturday, was very bright, and we made 

 sure of one more pleasant sail. The Lady of the Lake 

 landed us at Wolfeboro at four o'clock, and we 

 immediately ordered our horse, and made inquiries about 

 hotels, roads and distances. We learned that hills 



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