14000 MILES 



Monday morning we drove into the city proper, and 

 hovered in its vicinity several days, calling on friends we 

 did not see before and driving here and there, among 

 other places to Middlesex Fells, so often spoken of. We 

 ended our journey as we began it, searching for our cleri- 

 cal cousin, but all in vain. We did see so many of our 

 friends of the profession, however, from first to last, that 

 privately we call it our "ministerial" journey. 



Everything must have an end, but we did wish we 

 could go right on for another month. The foliage was 

 gorgeous and the yellowish haze only made everything 

 more dreamy and fascinating. We prolonged our 

 pleasure by taking two days to drive home, straying a 

 little from the old turnpike, and driving through Weston, 

 spending the night in Framingham, and then on through 

 Southboro to Northboro, Clinton and Lancaster to 

 Leominster. The country was beautiful in contrast with 

 flat, sandy Rhode Island. We gathered leaves and 

 sumacs until our writing tablet and every available book 

 and newspaper was packed, and then we put a great mass 

 of sumacs in the "boot." Finally our enthusiasm over the 

 beauties along the way reached such a height that we 

 spread our map and traced out a glorious trip among the 

 New Hampshire hills, and home over the Green Moun- 

 tains, for next year. 



"Summer Gleanings" is now complete, and the last 

 pages are fairly aglow with the autumn souvenirs of our 

 sixteenth annual drive. 



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