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Connecticut to Canada are out of sight of water. A few 

 glorious exceptions come to mind, like the four miles on 

 the border of Willoughby Lake in Vermont, the Broad 

 Brook drive near Brattleboro and seven miles by New- 

 found Lake in New Hampshire. It was up and down, 

 and now when "up" we could catch a glimpse of the 

 Sound dotted over with white sails, and when "down" we 

 found such flower-fields as would rival the boldest 

 attempts at fancy gardening — the cardinal flower, 

 golden-rod, white everlasting and blue daisies in richest 

 profusion. We met the family wagons jogging along 

 home from church, and the young men and maidens were 

 taking the "short cut" along the well-worn footpath over 

 the hills, with their books in hand, that lovely Sunday 

 afternoon ; but where the church or homes could be we 

 wondered, for we saw neither. We knew nothing of 

 Niantic, and were surprised to find it quite a little seaside 

 resort. It was early evening, and it was very pleasant to 

 have brilliantly lighted hotels in place of the dark woody 

 hollows we had been through the last half-hour. We 

 drove to the end of the street, passing all the hotels, and 

 then returned to the first one we saw, as the most desira- 

 ble for us. It was located close by the water, and our 

 window overlooked the Sound. Uniformed men were all 

 about, and we soon learned that it was the foreshadowing 

 of muster. We slept well with the salt breezes blowing 

 upon us, and after breakfast we followed the rest of the 

 people to the garden which separated the house from the 

 railroad station, and for a half-hour sat on a fence, sur- 

 rounded by tall sunflowers, to see the infantry and 

 cavalry as they emerged from the cars. "Quite 



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