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some of the Moody Institute young ladies directed us to 

 the new hotel "everybody was talking about." What a 

 surprise to find ourselves in an elegantly furnished hotel 

 on a high hill, with a commanding view. The steam heat 

 and general air of comfort and luxury were truly 

 delightful. 



Another mountain was in our way, and the long, slow 

 climb seemed endless. Near the summit we saw an old 

 lady who said she had lived there twelve years, and 

 added that it was pretty lonesome at the time of the big 

 snowstorm last winter, for the road was not broken out 

 for a week. We think we prefer a blockade at Southboro, 

 in a warm car, with plenty of company. 



A gentleman, speaking of an extended tour by 

 carriage some years ago, said he thought Erving, Mass., 

 the most forlorn place he was ever in. We fully assent. 

 We were cold after coming over the mountain, and that 

 dreary parlor, without a spark of fire or anything to 

 make one in, and a broken window, was the climax of 

 cheerlessness. The dinner was very good, but the wait- 

 ing was dreary. We walked to the railway station, but 

 that was no better, so we went to the stable for our 

 extra wraps, and then tried to forget the dreary room 

 and lose consciousness in a book. This was not a good 

 preparation for a long drive, but a little hail flurry as we 

 drove through Athol took some of the chill out of the air, 

 and the drive to Petersham was more comfortable. At 

 the little hotel in that airy town, fires were built for us up 

 and down stairs, and Erving was forgotten. 



And now comes our last day's drive, for although 

 Jerry had traveled already over six hundred miles on this 



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