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bags back to our room, saying we should stay till the 

 next day at his expense. We resumed our reading and 

 writing, the stray harness returned that night, and early 

 next morning we shook the dust of Lexington from us 

 and were on our way again.. 



We drove twenty-six miles that day over the crazy 

 roads close by the Schoharie all the way. We had been 

 hemmed in for some time, with the creek on one side and 

 overhanging rocks on the other, when we came suddenly 

 to a ford, the first we had chanced to come across in our 

 travels, and we feared it might be more objectionable to 

 Charlie than a ferry, for he is really afraid of water. 

 Only a few rods to the right was a leaping, foaming cas- 

 cade seventy-five or one hundred feet high, which was a 

 real terror to him, but he seemed to take in the situation 

 and to see at once, as we did, that escape or retreat was 

 impossible and the stream must be crossed. Oh, how we 

 dreaded it! but we drew up the reins with a cheering 

 word to him and in he plunged, pulling steadily through 

 in spite of his fright. "Well, that is over, what next?" 

 we wondered. 



We wanted to drive to Middlebury for the night, but a 

 fatherly old man we saw on the road said, "I wouldn't 

 drive eight miles more tonight if I were you ; it will make 

 it late, and you better stop at Breakabean." We asked 

 the meaning of the unique name and were told it signified 

 rushes, but we saw none. Things were rushing, however, 

 at the speck of a hotel, which was undergoing general 

 repairs and cleaning. The cabinet organ was in the mid- 

 dle of the sitting-room and everything socially clustered 

 around it. Out of two little rooms up stairs we managed 



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