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but the constant tingling of the whip so diverted him, 

 and warned him of a heavier stroke if he diverged from 

 his straight and narrow way, that he kept his head 

 turned that side, and before he knew it he was on the 

 scow and had never seen the flapping sail. His head was 

 then tied with a rope. The phaeton followed with more 

 difficulty, but less anxiety. When that was secured, our 

 voyage began, and it seemed never-ending; for in spite 

 of all the caressing and comforting assurances, Charlie 

 placed his fore legs close together and trembled just like 

 a leaf as the little sailboats flitted before his eyes. Then 

 came the "chug" into the sand as we landed. A kindly 

 old man left his horse to help us harness, and five 

 minutes after we were off, Charlie was foamy white, and 

 looked as if he had swum the Atlantic. 



We did not find the hotel at Old Lyme attractive, and 

 had plenty of time to drive farther; but, after all the 

 trouble we had taken to get to the place, we did not leave 

 it without taking a look at the quaint old town, its rocky 

 pastures and cosy nooks so lovely in illustrated maga- 

 zines. 



''Yes," we said, "this is pretty; but, after all, where is 

 the spot to be found that cannot be made interesting by 

 the ready pen and sketching pencil of one who has eyes 

 to see all there is to see in this lovely world?" 



Nothing could be more delightful than the crooked ten 

 miles from Old Lyme to Niantic. If you look at the map, 

 and see all the little bays that make the coast so rugged, 

 you can imagine how we twisted about to follow what 

 is called the shore road. We say "called," for most of the 

 shore and river roads we have ever driven over from 



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