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and it transported to the next town for repairs — if we 

 could tell you such things like the Denver ladies, we 

 should be sure you would not doubt our last was our best 

 journey. How we are to convince you of that fact, for 

 fact it is, when we did not even cross a ferry, is a puzzle. 



Before we really begin our story we will tell you one or 

 two notable differences between the Denver tourists and 

 ourselves. They took their "best" bonnets and gowns, 

 and such "bibbity bobbities" as "no woman, even were 

 she going to an uninhabited desert, would think she could 

 do without;" bedding and household utensils, too, so of 

 course had baggage strapped on the back of the buggy, 

 and they had a pail underneath, filled, "woman fashion, 

 with everything, which suffered in the overturns," but, 

 will you believe it, they had no revolver! Were they to 

 meet us, they would never suspect we were fellow travel- 

 ers, unless the slight "hump" under the blanket or duster 

 should give them an inkling that we had more "things" 

 than were essential for a morning's drive. Helpless and 

 innocent as we look we could warrant "sure cure" to a 

 horse whatever ill might befall him, and we could "show 

 fire" if necessary. The last need not have been men- 

 tioned, however, for like the Denver tourists, we can tes- 

 tify that we receive everywhere the "truest and kindest 

 courtesy." 



You may remember that one of the peculiar features of 

 our journeys is that we never know where we are going, 

 but last summer we thought we would be like other 

 people, and make plans. As a result we assured our 

 friends we were going straight to Mt. Washington via the 

 Crawford Notch, but, as Mr. Hale has a way of saying in 



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