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where we spent the night, and said many times "Oh, 

 are n't you glad we are not over in York State?" 



We busied ourselves quite late that night at Pittsfield 

 making maps of our zigzagging route to send to friends. 

 In order to have them strictly accurate according to Col- 

 ton, we made use of a table and bed blankets — but how 

 foolish to give away our bright ideas, we may want to 

 get a patent some day! 



The next morning we were off in good season for a 

 drive over Windsor Hill (still so glad we were not in 

 York State). We took our lunch by the way that day, 

 and gave Jerry his rest at a farm house. Now we were 

 near Bryant's birthplace, but had to satisfy ourselves 

 with looking at the signboard, "Two miles to Bryant's 

 place," and a look at the library presented by him to 

 Cummington, as we drove by. We surely met a hundred 

 or more vehicles of great variety — the balloons, candy 

 and peanuts giving evidence that everybody had been to 

 the fair. It was the season of fairs, and we had encoun- 

 tered them all the way along. We saw the Palmer 

 people watching the racing in that clearing-up shower, 

 and the Great Barrington people were wondering how 

 they should come out with the track under water. At 

 Westfield we had to go to the hotel "over the river," all 

 because of the fair. 



How they did fly around at that little hotel in East 

 Cummington ! It had been filled to overflowing the night 

 before with fair guests, and quite a company of young 

 people were still lingering for supper, enjoying while 

 waiting, a banjo and vocal medley. We sat full three 



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