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in life ; they are only imaginary. At another point, a 

 large tree had fallen across the road during the rain and 

 gale of the night. An old man was hard at work upon it, 

 and had just got to the last limb which obstructed our 

 way as we drove up ; with a cheery word he drew it aside, 

 and as neither gypsies nor gales had succeeded in detain- 

 ing us, we now looked hopefully towards the summit of 

 Moosilauke. 



It is twelve miles from Rumney to Warren, and five 

 miles from Warren to the Breezy Point House, on the 

 slope of the mountain. This hotel was burned a few 

 weeks after we were there; indeed, it has happened to so 

 many hotels where we have been in our journeyings, that 

 one would not wonder we never sleep when we travel, 

 until we have packed "in case of fire," and when we are 

 up very high, we plan our escape ; then rest as peacefully 

 as if warranted not to burn. 



The drive to Breezy Point House was very like that to 

 the Winslow House on Kearsarge — partly walking. We 

 got there before noon, and again we were the only per- 

 sons to go to the top. As it takes three hours for the 

 drive to the summit, we had no time to wait for dinner, 

 so had a lunch, and a buckboard and driver were ordered 

 for us. We had been warned to take plenty of wraps, 

 and before we went to lunch had laid them aside, leaving 

 the things we did not wish to take in the office. Every- 

 body was waiting to see us off as we came from the 

 dining-room, and the clerk said, "Your wraps are all 

 right, under the seat." We always envy everybody on 

 a buckboard, and now we had one all to ourselves, a 

 pair of horses equal to two mountain trips a day, 



