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abounded and that hotels were few and poor, and that 

 Alton Bay was the only place where we would be sure of 

 good accommodations ; that the distance was twelve 

 miles, and the road the roughest in the vicinity. We did 

 not care to go to Alton Bay, as we had been there on a 

 previous journey, but it seemed our wisest course. At 

 different times we had driven entirely around the lake, 

 except this twelve miles, and we knew what to expect 

 without the emphatic assurance of the clerk. We started 

 off full of enthusiasm to surmount all difficulties, drew 

 forth the revolver from the bottom of the bag, where it 

 had been stowed away during our stay at Weirs, and 

 amused ourselves by keeping tally of the hills, fifteen by 

 actual count ! They were long and high, too, but the fine 

 views fully compensated us, and we knew Charlie was 

 equal to the effort, for we had not forgotten the Canada 

 hills he took us over last year. It was dark when we 

 reached Alton Bay, and we were quite ready to enjoy the 

 comforts that awaited us. 



While our friends we had left at Weirs were preaching 

 and being preached to, we quietly enjoyed the Sunday 

 hours in our pleasant parlor overlooking the lake, 

 reading and resting from our rough drive. At sunset we 

 strolled to the water's edge, sat down in an anchored 

 rowboat and watched the clouds, which were grandly 

 beautiful, looking at first like an immense conflagration, 

 then resolving into black, smoky clouds as the last rosy 

 tint faded. 



Monday was a perfect day and Charlie was as fresh for 

 the twenty-eight miles to Dover as we were. The road 

 was familiar, but seemed none the less pleasant. At 



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