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We drove on through Gloucester to Rockport on the 

 Cape, and there passed the night. We were hardly out 

 of sight of the hotel in the morning before it began to 

 rain, and the thunder rumbled among the rocks as if it 

 would unearth them. We did not enjoy it, and just as it 

 reached a point unbearable, and the rain was coming in 

 white sheets, we saw a private stable and begged the 

 privilege of driving in. We were urged to go into the 

 house, but declined, thinking the shower would soon be 

 over. For a full half hour we sat there, rejoicing after 

 each flash that we still lived, when a man appeared and 

 insisted we should go in, as the rain would last another 

 hour, and it would be better for our horse to have his 

 dinner. We declined dinner for ourselves, but the deli- 

 cious milk the good wife brought us was very refreshing, 

 and if we had not accepted that boiled rice, with big 

 plums and real cream after their dinner, it would have 

 been the mistake of our lives. 



Soon after noon the sun came out in full glory, and we 

 left our kind host and hostess with hearty thanks, the 

 only return they would accept. Everything was fresh 

 after the shower, and the roads were clean as floors. 

 Full of enthusiasm we drove on and by some mistake, 

 before we knew it. Cape Ann was "rounded" without a 

 glimpse of the "pretty part" of Pigeon Cove. We had no 

 time to retrace our way, so left Pigeon Cove, and Anni- 

 squam friends, for the next time, and hurried on through 

 Gloucester, anticipating the wonderfully beautiful drive 

 of twenty miles before us. At Magnolia we inquired for 

 friends, and were directed to the cottage struck by light- 

 ning that morning. The waves dashed angrily on the 



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