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casually remarking to the clerk, who apparently had 

 nothing to do but wait upon us, that we had been looking 

 for the cheery open fire we saw in the reception room the 

 evening before. He took our modest hint, and very soon 

 came to the parlor, saying we would find it more com- 

 fortable in the other room, where there was a fire. 



Early in the afternoon we were off, full of anticipation 

 of a new drive, and by many the drive from Jackson to 

 Gorham through Pinkham Notch and by the Glen House 

 is considered the finest of all. The foliage was certainly 

 the brightest and the mud the deepest of the whole trip, 

 and we enjoyed every inch of the twenty miles. We fully 

 absorbed all the beauty of the misty phases of the moun- 

 tains, and did not reject anything, thinking instead how 

 we would some time reverse things and drive from 

 Gorham to Jackson on a pleasant day. 



Another famed drive is the one from Gorham to Jeffer- 

 son. Part of this was new to us, too, and we must 

 confess that the "misty phases" were too much for our 

 pleasure that time. Not a glimpse of the peaks of the 

 Presidential range was to be had all that morning. Even 

 the Randolph Hills were partly shrouded in mists. We 

 dined at Crawford's at Jefferson Highlands, and one of 

 the guests said Mr. Crawford had promised a clear sun- 

 set, but what his promise was based on we could not 

 imagine. 



It does not seem as if anything could entirely spoil the 

 drive from the Highlands to the Waumbek at Jefferson, 

 and from Jefferson to Lancaster the views are wonder- 

 fully beautiful. The clouds relented a little as we slowly 

 climbed the hills, and just as we reached the highest 



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