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rocks at Magnolia Point, and the surf at Manchester-by- 

 the-Sea would have held us entranced for hours. It was 

 the time for driving and we met all the fine turnouts and 

 jaunty village carts as we went through Beverly Farms, 

 with the tangled slopes and bewitching little paths or 

 cultivated terraces with broad avenues, the stately en- 

 trances assuring you that both paths and avenues lead to 

 some princely "cottage." 



A night at Beverly was followed by a crooked wander- 

 ing through Salem and Marblehead Neck, then on 

 through Swampscott and Lynn to Maplewood, where we 

 spent an hour or two, then drove into Boston. The city 

 was draped in memory of General Grant. We drove 

 through the principal streets down town, then over Bea- 

 con Hill and through Commonwealth avenue to the Mill- 

 dam, winding up our day's drive of nearly forty 

 miles by pulling over Corey Hill on our way to Brighton, 

 where we gave Charlie and ourselves a day's rest. As we 

 were packing our traps into the phaeton for the last time 

 on this trip, for we usually drive the forty miles from 

 Boston, or vicinity, to Leominster in one day, our friend 

 gave the phaeton a little shake and said, "This will wear 

 out some day; you must have driven two thousand miles 

 in it." "Oh ! yes," we said, and referring to that encyclo- 

 pedic diary, exclaimed, "Why, we have driven over five 

 thousand miles !" He complimented its endurance, but 

 we thought of the "one boss shay." 



It was a bright day, and the familiar roads seemed 

 pleasant as we drove along through Newton, Watertown 

 and Stow, leaving Lexington and Concord one side this 

 time. We found a very pretty spot for our last "camp," 



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