14000 MILES 



At Andover we studied the "way to Maine," as if it 

 was the lesson assigned. Thirty-one miles took us to 

 Hampton, N. H., via Haverhill, where we said "Good 

 morning" to a friend, and later took our luncheon in a 

 pretty grove by a lake. 



At Hampton our journey seemed to begin in earnest, 

 for here we began to follow the coast, driving on every 

 beach accessible ; Boar's Head, Rye Beach, Jenness 

 Beach, Straw's Point, Foss Beach, and passing "The 

 Wentworth, "which last took us a mile or two out of the 

 direct route, and gave us a look at the old portions of 

 Portsmouth, so like Marblehead in its quaintness. All 

 these favorite resorts we took in on our way from Hamp- 

 ton to York, winding up with the new shore road from 

 York Harbor to Hotel Bartlett on York Beach, where we 

 went for the third night. 



A good supper, brisk walk on the beach, refreshing 

 sleep, and another lovely morning dawned. The view of 

 the beach and surf is very fine from "Bartlett's," but we 

 are birds of passage, and fly on, mentally photographing 

 all the beauties by the way, to be recalled and enjoyed at 

 our leisure. Instantaneous views had to suffice for that 

 day, for the next was Fourth of July, and we wanted to 

 reach Ferry Beach, where Jerry as well as ourselves 

 could spend it peacefully, not being inclined to join in the 

 festivities of the bicyclists at Saco. Jerry made easy 

 work of the nearly forty miles, perhaps owing to the 

 three miles' brisk trot on Wells Beach. Just as we left 

 the beach, came the dense fog which hung along the 

 coast for days, but we soon drove out of it into the bright 

 sunshine, and realized, more fully than ever before, that 



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