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our good Charlie had expelled us unceremoniously from 

 the carriage once since our last journey, and we did not 

 care to risk a repetition nearly two hundred miles from 

 home. He rested while we jolted up and down Moosi- 

 lauke the day before, and all the morning his ears had 

 been active. A broken-down carriage with an umbrella 

 awning by the side of the road was an object of so great 

 interest to him that we had to close the umbrella, before 

 he was even willing to be led by. A boy said it 

 belonged to a man who had met with an accident, and we 

 thought how much he might have escaped if he had "got 

 out" as we did. 



As the heavy train came thundering along almost over 

 our heads, so close is the road to the high embankment, 

 controlling our horse seemed uncertain ; but to moral 

 suasion and a strong hold on the curb he peacefully sub- 

 mitted, and in a few minutes we were on our way again, 

 the carriage road, railroad and river intertwining like a 

 three-strand braid. Night found us at Lisbon, and a 

 small boy admitted us to a very new-looking hotel, and 

 told us we could stay, before the proprietor appeared, 

 with a surprised look at us and our baggage, and said the 

 house was not yet open. That was of little consequence 

 to us, as he allowed us to remain ; and, after being in so 

 many old hotels, the newness of everything, from bed- 

 ding to teaspoons, was very refreshing. 



We took the next day very leisurely, read awhile in the 

 morning, then drove Charlie to the blacksmith's to have 

 his shoes reset before starting for Franconia via Sugar 

 Hill, which commands as fine a view of the Franconia 

 Mountains as Jefferson affords of the Presidential range. 



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