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mailed our cards to the friends whose house was closed, 

 and then on to Warren, near Moosilauke. We expe- 

 rienced just a shade of depression here, perhaps because 

 the hotel, which had been full of guests all summer, was 

 now empty and cold, or possibly the sunshine we 

 absorbed at North Conway — "canned" sunshine, Mr. 

 Shayback calls it — was giving out. Be that as it may, 

 our enthusiasm was not up to the point of climbing a 

 mountain to see what we had seen for eight successive 

 days, — peaks shrouded in white clouds. The sun did 

 shine in the early morning; but it takes time to clear the 

 mountains, and the wind blew such a gale we actually 

 feared we might be blown off the "ridge" on Moosilauke 

 if we did go up. We waited and watched the weather, 

 finished "Robert Elsmere," and began for a second 

 reading, and after dinner gave up the ascent. By night 

 we were reconciled, for we had the most charming drive 

 of twenty miles to Bradford, Vt., crossing the Connecti- 

 cut at Haverhill, and saying good-by to New Hampshire 

 and its misty mountains. 



A new kind of weather was on hand next morning, 

 strangely like that we have become accustomed to, but 

 not so hopeless. 



These dense fogs along the Connecticut in September 

 are the salvation of vegetation from frosts, we were told, 

 but they are fatal to views. We drove above and away 

 from the fog, however, on our way over the hills to West 

 Fairlee, but it rested in the valley until nearly noon. It 

 was encouraging to learn that fair weather always fol- 

 lowed. 



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