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point we turned back once more for a last look at the 

 entire White Mountain range, and we had a glimpse of 

 the peak of Mt. Washington for the first time since the 

 morning we left North Conway. 



A moment more, and the Summit House glistened in 

 sunlight, a stray ray from behind a cloud. As we began 

 to descend, what a change of scene ! Sun-glinted Wash- 

 ington was out of sight behind the hill, and before us 

 were threatening clouds, black as midnight, and the 

 mountains of northern New Hampshire looked almost 

 purple. The sky foreboded a tempest rather than 3vlr. 

 Crawford's promised sunset, but while we were thinking 

 of it there was a marvelous change. Color mingled with 

 the blackness, and as we were going down the last steep 

 hill into Lancaster, there was one of the most gorgeous 

 sunset views we ever witnessed. We drove slowly 

 through the broad, level streets to the outer limit of the 

 town, and then turned back, but did not go to the hotel 

 until his majesty dropped in full glory below the horizon. 



The sun set that night for the rest of the week, and the 

 clouds were on hand again in the morning. We went to 

 Lancaster just for a look towards Dixville, but we made 

 this our turning-point. The drive to Whitefield is very 

 like the one just described, only reversed. There were 

 no sun-glints this time, but memory could furnish all the 

 clouds refused to reveal, for that ride was indelibly 

 photographed on our minds. 



From Whitefield we drove to Franconia, and as we 

 went through Bethlehem street we thought it seemed 

 pleasanter than ever before. The gray shades were 

 becoming, somehow. 



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