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through the forest, over a road badly washed, with the 

 river rushing madly along, as if bent on its own destruc- 

 tion, then taking breath for awhile and looking placid as 

 the Connecticut, but directly in a turmoil again as the 

 rocks obstructed its course. Just as the sun dropped, we 

 emerged from the forest into a broad plain, and four 

 houses, widely separated, were in sight — the first habi- 

 tations we had seen since we left Errol Dam. We knew 

 one of them must be Chandler's, where we had been 

 directed for the night. It was a lonesome place, and we 

 did not feel quite comfortable when we found ourselves 

 in a room on the first floor, having four windows and two 

 doors, with no means of fastening any of them, and a 

 "transient" man in the room adjoining. I am not sure 

 but the Denver ladies' "loft" and "boy" might not have 

 seemed preferable, only we had a revolver. Suffice it to 

 say, our experience since we left Dixville Notch in the 

 morning had been sufficiently fatiguing to insure rare 

 sleep, in spite of open doors, barking dogs and heavy 

 breathing of the "transient," and after a very palatable 

 breakfast we took our leave, grateful for such good quar- 

 ters in such a benighted country. 



We drove thirty miles that day, following the Andros- 

 coggin all the way. Berlin Falls and the Alpine Cas- 

 cades, along the way, are worth going miles to see. 

 We camped at noon between Berlin Falls and Gorham 

 and had a visit from five boys of various nationalities, 

 some with berries and some with empty pails. They sat 

 down on the ground with us and showed much interest 

 in our operations, jabbering in their several dialects. "I 

 know what she's doing; she's making them mountains," 



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