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We hobbled into Peterboro in course of time, and 

 asked to have Charlie taken directly to a blacksmith, who 

 said we were right, but he feared the trouble was not 

 discovered in season for immediate relief. We again 

 settled down to await our fate. The hotel was very- 

 nice, but the outlook was a poor exchange for Monad- 

 nock ; nothing but stores, the signs on which we read 

 until it seemed as if we could never forget them, as our 

 eyes wandered up and down the street in search of 

 something restful. All things have an end, so had this 

 unsatisfactory day. We made an early call, next 

 morning, on the blacksmith, who said we had better let 

 Charlie rest that day, and take him down to the shop 

 Wednesday morning. 



Another day! Our diary record for that day is, "We 

 do not like this way of taking a carriage journey." 

 Before the sun set we were driven to an extremity 

 never reached before, in all our journeyings — an after- 

 noon nap to kill time. After breakfast Wednesday morn- 

 ing, in desperation, we took matters into our own hands, 

 went to the stable, led Charlie out, and trotted him about 

 the yard. He was certainly better, and as we were 

 determined not to act upon any advice, we asked none, 

 but paid our bill and packed our traps before we drove 

 to the blacksmith's shop — a model establishment, by the 

 way. The humblest one has a charm ; but this shop was 

 the most luxurious one we had ever seen, and everything 

 was in harmony, from the fair, genial face of the 

 proprietor to the speck of a boy who earned two cents a 

 horse, or twelve cents a day, for brushing flies while the 

 horses were being shod. We watched anxiously while 



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