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who would give Charlie his dinner. We declined going 

 into the house, and took our books under the trees just 

 across the way. A shower came up, and as we ran for 

 shelter, we saw our carriage unprotected ; no man was to 

 be seen, so we drew it into an open shed, and there stayed 

 until the sun shone again. 



We went through Franklin and Boscawen to Fisher- 

 ville, where we saw a pleasant-looking hotel. We had 

 driven twenty-six miles, and thought best to stop there. 

 We were hungry and our supper was fit for a king. We 

 went to bed in Fisherville, but got up in Contoocook, we 

 were told. What's in a name? A five-miles' drive after 

 breakfast brought us to Concord, where we passed several 

 hours very delightfully with friends. In the afternoon, 

 despite remonstrances and threatening showers, we 

 started for Goffstown over Dunbarton hills. We remem- 

 bered that drive very well ; but the peculiar cloud phases 

 made all new, and disclosed the Green Mountains in the 

 sunlight beyond the clouds like a vision of the heavenly 

 city. We left the carriage once, ran to the top of a knoll 

 and mounted a stone wall. The view was enchanting, 

 but in the midst of our rapture great drops of rain began 

 to fall, and we were back in our carriage, the boot up and 

 waterproofs unstrapped just in time for a brisk shower. 

 As we passed an aged native, radiant in brass but- 

 tons, we asked him some questions about the mountains, 

 but he knew nothing of them, which reminded us of the 

 reply a woman made whom a friend asked if those distant 

 peaks were the White Mountains. "I don't know; I 

 haven't seen nothin' of 'em since I've been here." 



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