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was a difference. It seemed as if we were among 

 foreigners, but the courteous answers to inquiries and 

 manifest kindly feeling won us at once. 



Turnpikes are too public for a wayside camp, and as 

 there was no hotel at hand, and Charlie must have rest, 

 we asked permission of a farmer to drive into a little cosy 

 corner where we could all be very comfortable. He 

 would leave his dinner, although we protested, and 

 helped unharness Charlie, then he brought us milk and 

 luscious cherries, and when dinner was over, his wife 

 came and invited Charlie to eat some of the nice grass in 

 her front yard. We led him to his feast, and had a very 

 pleasant chat with her, while he reveled in New York 

 hospitality. This was in Armenia. From there we drove 

 over the mountain to Washington Hollow, where we had 

 a comfortable night in a spacious, old-fashioned, home- 

 like hotel. The twelve miles to Poughkeepsie were very 

 pleasant, and after we had nearly shaken our lives out 

 over the rough pavement in search of a guidebook of the 

 Catskills, we were ready for dinner and a two-hours' rest 

 at a hotel. The afternoon drive of seventeen miles to 

 Rhinebeck on the old post road from New York to 

 Albany was fine. 



This was our first drive along the Hudson ; but were it 

 not for the occasional glimpses of the farther shore 

 through the wooded grounds, we might have fancied our- 

 selves driving through Beverly-Farms-by-the-Sea. The 

 stately entrances and lodges of these grand old estates, 

 with their shaded drives, towards the turrets and towers 

 we could see in the distance, looked almost familiar to us. 



It rained very hard during the night at Rhinebeck and 



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