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sure, our map was a very small one), and Jerry is young 

 and strong — why not try it, any way? 



We ordered Jerry sent round at three o'clock, and in 

 the meantime we dined, and went with our helpful friend 

 to the Custom House, as we could not drive into Canada 

 without being "bonded." Whatever sort of an operation 

 this might be, we ascertained it could not be effected 

 until we got to St. Albans. 



At three Jerry appeared, with the phaeton still 

 unwashed and another "M. D." excuse. We never knew 

 it took so many people to take care of doctors. 



We went first to see the cousin who had piloted us to 

 see the wharves and stations, to tell her the labor was all 

 lost, for we were going to Canada. We then went to the 

 post office, and got a letter containing information of 

 special interest to us just then ; for while we had been 

 driving leisurely up through Vermont, friends from 

 Boston had whizzed past us by rail, and were already at 

 Berthier. 



We drove only fourteen miles that afternoon, and did 

 not unpack until very late at the little hotel under a high 

 blufif on one side, and over the rocky Lamoille River on 

 the other, for there was a heavy thunder shower and we 

 inclined to wait. The next morning we proceeded to 

 St. Albans to get "bonded." It proved a very simple 

 process. One went into the custom house and the other 

 sat reading in the phaeton. Presently three men came 

 out and apparently "took the measure" of Jerry. He only 

 was of any consequence evidently. The occupant of the 

 phaeton was ignored, or trusted. A little more time 



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