14000 MILES 



this year, as our time was too limited to permit us to 

 stray away to Canada, or even among the mountains, and 

 as we had a suggestion of months' standing to turn Jerry 

 towards Great Harrington, we decided to revel once more 

 in the delights of Berkshire. 



A friend sent us her direct route from our house, but 

 we proved true to our wandering inclinations by going to 

 the extreme eastern part of the state to reach the extreme 

 western portion, simply because we have never been to 

 Berkshirq that way. The journey did not open as 

 auspiciously as sometimes, owing less to the rain, to 

 which we have become accustomed, almost attached to, 

 than to the experience of our first night, which we will 

 spare you, as we wish we could have been spared. It was 

 all forgotten, however, when we stole quietly into the 

 back pew of a church near Boston, and were pleasantly 

 taken possession of by friends after service. In the even- 

 ing we repeated the experience in another suburb twelve 

 or fifteen miles away. 



We were not quite ready to face Great Barrington- 

 ward, so went a little farther easterly, then took a genu- 

 ine westward direction. To know how soon and how 

 often we deviated you should see the little outline maps 

 we made of this trip. We drove west, then southwest to 

 the border line, then up again, taking dinner or spending 

 a night at Medfield and Milford, Uxbridge and Webster, 

 Southbridge and Palmer, having reasons of our own for 

 each deviation, one of which was to make sure we did not 

 get so near home that Jerry would insist upon taking us 

 there. 



On the way to Palmer we discovered that the whiffle- 



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