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night in Dunbarton. A few houses, a church, a little com- 

 mon, and a hotel labeled "Printing Office," seemed to 

 comprise the town, but there must be something more 

 somewhere, judging from The Snowflake given us, which 

 was the brightest local paper we ever saw, and our land- 

 lord was editor. We went through his printing establish- 

 ment with much interest. We saw no hotel register, but 

 as we were leaving, the landlady came with a slip of 

 paper and a pencil, and asked us to write our names. 

 After our return home we received copies of The Snow- 

 flake containing an item, every statement of which was 

 actually correct, and yet we were entirely unconscious of 

 having been "interviewed" as to our travels. 



It is said thirty-seven towns can be seen from Dun- 

 barton ; and our own Wachusett, Ascutney in Vermont 

 and Moosilauke in New Hampshire were easily 

 distinguished. We fortified ourselves with the fresh air 

 and pleasant memories of the heights; then asked direc- 

 tions for Shirley Hill and the "Devil's Pulpit," in Bed- 

 ford, near Goffstown, having replenished our lunch 

 basket, and Charlie's also, for there was no provision for 

 Christian travelers near that sanctuary. 



Shirley Hill commands a very pretty view of Manches- 

 ter ; and of the "Pulpit" some one has said, "That of all 

 wild, weird spots consecrated to his majesty, perhaps 

 none offer bolder outlines for the pencil of a Dore than 

 this rocky chasm, the 'Devil's Pulpit'. No famous local- 

 ity among the White Mountains offers a sight so original, 

 grand and impressive as this rocky shrine." And then the 

 writer describes in detail the stone pulpit, the devil's 

 chamber, the rickety stairs, the bottomless wells, the 



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