14000 MILES 



The knotted spruce sticks he cut and peeled for us now 

 have bright ribbon bows, and adorn our parlor. We lost 

 all fear as we watched the horses step down the very- 

 steep pitches with as much ease as Charlie takes a level 

 road, and wished the ride was longer. 



After a half-hour at the Breezy Point House, we 

 packed our unused wraps into the phaeton and prepared 

 for our return drive to Warren, where we spent the night. 

 Practical people again advised us to return to Plymouth 

 if we wished to visit the Flume ; but, remembering what 

 happened to Lot's wife for turning back, we proposed to 

 keep straight on. The first time we stopped to make an 

 inquiry, an old lady looked sorrowfully at us and said, 

 "There are gypsies ahead of you ;" but we borrowed no 

 trouble that time, and wisely, for we did not see them. 

 We drove thirty-one miles that day, and for some 

 distance followed the Connecticut River and looked 

 across into Vermont, where we could follow the road we 

 drove along on our way to Canada two years ago. After 

 leaving the river, we followed the railroad very closely. 

 We were once asked if our horse is afraid of the "track.*' 

 He is not, even when there is an express train on it, 

 under ordinary circumstances ; but a wooden horse 

 might be expected to twinge, when one minute you are 

 over the railroad, and the next the railroad is over you, 

 and again you are alongside, almost within arm's 

 reach. In one of the very worst places we heard the rum- 

 bling of a train, and as there was no escape from our 

 close proximity, we considered a moment, and decided 

 we would rather be out of the carriage; "just like 

 women," I can hear many a man say. But never mind; 



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