CHAPTER VII. 



THE CATSKILLS, LAKE GEORGE AND GREEN MOUNTAINS. 



In answer to the oft-repeated queries, "Did you have 

 your journey last summer?" and "Where did you go?" 

 we reply, "Oh, yes ; we had a delightful journey. We 

 were away four weeks and drove five hundred and 

 seventy-five miles. We went all through Berkshire, up 

 the Hudson, among the Catskills, then on to Albany, 

 Saratoga, Lake George, Lake Champlain and home over 

 the Green Mountains." 



Lovers of brevity, people who have no time or fondness 

 for details, and those who care more for the remotest 

 point reached than how we got there, will stop here. 

 Those of more leisurely inclination, who would enjoy our 

 zigzagging course, so senseless to the practical mind, and 

 would not object to walking up a hill, fording a stream 

 or camping by the wayside, we cordially invite to go with 

 us through some of the experiences of our fifteenth annual 

 drive. 



We were all ready to go on the Fourth of July, but 

 Charlie does not like the customary demonstrations of 

 that day, and for several years he has been permitted to 

 celebrate his Independence in his stall. There were 

 three Fourth of Julys this year, and we waited patiently 

 until Independence was fully declared. All being quiet 

 on Tuesday, the sixth, we made ready, and at a fairly 

 early hour in the morning everything had found its own 

 place in the phaeton and we were off. As usual, we had 



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