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hours in the little sittingroom with hats on, and books in 

 hand, trying to read, before the beaux and banjos were 

 out of the way, and our room was made ready. Peace 

 once restored, not a sound was heard all night. 



Our next drive was over Goshen Hill, where we dined 

 and "prospected." One cannot drive anywhere in this 

 vicinity without recalling Mr. Chadwick's enthusiastic 

 descriptions of the rivers and hills. We fully agree with 

 him as regards the justness of Mr, Warner's observation, 

 "How much water adds to a river!" and if we drove over 

 Goshen Hill as often as he does when summering in Ches- 

 terfield, we too might like to take a Century along with 

 us, "in order to have plenty of time." 



Night found us once more at Northampton, where we 

 always find pleasant quarters, and the moon was just as 

 bright as it was the last time we were there. We spent 

 the evening with a former pastor, who looked at us a mo- 

 ment as he came to the door and then exclaimed, "Why, 

 children, how glad I am to see you !" A real catechism 

 exercise followed between pastor and "children" about 

 everybody in Leominster in those bygone years. 



We dined at Amherst the next day, and had a hard pull 

 over the hills in the rain to Enfield in the afternoon. We 

 had never been in Enfield before, and were surprised to 

 find such a pleasant hotel there — more like a home. 

 Sixteen miles next morning took us to the new hotel in 

 Barre, which has quite an "air," with its hard floors, rugs 

 and attractive furnishings. We had no lovelier drive on 

 the trip than the fifteen miles from Barre to the old 

 Mountain House at the foot of Wachusett. The foliage 



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