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and revealed to us the attractions of Great Harrington 

 and vicinity. We thought of Bryant as we saw Green 

 River, and felt nearer yet to him when we called on a 

 friend, known there as the historian of Great Barrington, 

 who showed to us the rooms in which Mr. Bryant first 

 kept house. A half-hour passed very quickly with our 

 friend, who has a rare collection of arrow-heads, and a 

 fund of interesting information. 



Tuesday we were off again, with a good morning from 

 our friends and the foreign tourists. There is no lovelier 

 driving than through the old town of Stockbridge, with 

 its many noted attractions, on through Lenox, captured 

 by New Yorkers, to Pittsfield ; and yet, just because we 

 had been there before, we decided to try a new route. We 

 thought we were enthusiastic over State lines and 

 Shakers, and started off in good faith, dined at West 

 Stockbridge primitively, when Mr. Plumb would have 

 served us royally at the old Stockbridge inn, and took our 

 directions for State line. While we were waiting for a 

 freight train to clear the track, we came to our senses and 

 asked each other why we were going this way, con- 

 fessed we were being cheerful under protest, repented, 

 and were converted literally in less time than it takes us 

 to tell it. Paul's conversion was not more sudden. Jerry 

 trotted back towards Stockbridge as if he was as glad as 

 we were. We could have gone direct to Lenox, but we 

 were going to Stockbridge, and we have been glad ever 

 since. Our folly only gave us nine miles extra driving on 

 a very lovely day, through a lovely country, and enhanced 

 ten fold the enjoyment of the afternoon drive back to 

 Stockbridge, and then up through Lenox to Pittsfield 



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