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us, the view itself must have more than repaid our 

 efforts. With the aid of a little book we studied out the 

 various mountain peaks and traced our route along the 

 country to Moosilauke. We drank our fill of the beauty, 

 then leisurely descended, and reached the Winslow 

 House just in season to prepare for dinner, which means 

 to people traveling without their wardrobe, a dash of 

 water, a touch of the whisk broom and a little rub on the 

 dusty boots. 



We were just tired enough to enjoy a drive of twenty 

 miles to Bristol in the afternoon — twelve miles up and 

 down hills, and eight miles by a beautiful river. Our 

 remembrance of Bristol is that we slept in one hotel and 

 ate in another, that the moon rose two hours earlier than 

 on Kearsarge, and that by some unaccountable mistake 

 we arose an hour earlier than we thought, hastened to the 

 office with our letters on the way to our refreshment 

 hotel, where we supposed we had the dining-room to 

 ourselves because we were last instead of first, wondered 

 what could have happened to our watch, and did not 

 discover that the watch was all right and we all wrong 

 until we stopped, as we drove out of the village, to 

 inquire the way to Plymouth, which would take us seven 

 miles by the shore of Newfound Lake. It happened very 

 well, however, for if we had been an hour later we should 

 have missed the guardianship of that kindly couple who 

 chanced to come along just in season to accompany us in 

 passing a large company of gypsies, whom we had been 

 following for some time, dreading to pass them in such 

 a lonely place, lest they should think we had something 

 they might like. 



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