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eyes glowed as he took the money and went to the field 

 again, returning in a little while to ask us if we would 

 not like another quart. 



We fared well at Rockland that night, except our room 

 had one too many doors, and our slumbers were 

 disturbed by an impatient rattling of a door key in the 

 spare one. We aroused to the situation just in season to 

 surprise the well-meaning but mistaken man by a hasty 

 closing of the door, with an authoritative request to him 

 to lock it, when his exclamation revealed his dis- 

 covery of the blunder. When we paid our bill we quietly 

 suggested to the clerk that it is well to have bolts as well 

 as locks on unused doors. 



And now comes one of the finest drives we ever had, 

 — twenty-eight miles along Penobscot Bay through Cam- 

 den and Northport to Belfast. How could anything be 

 more lovely! Crosby Inn, so fine in all its appointments, 

 was in harmony with the day's drive. We had a pleasant 

 chat on the piazza with fellow travelers, who had been 

 following our route for a day or two. These ladies were 

 traveling with a pair of horses and a man, so of course 

 took it for granted we would drive the thirty-five miles to 

 Bangor next day and spend Sunday there. We did not 

 tell them our plans, because we had none ; we were only 

 hoping we should find a quiet country hotel before we 

 got to Bangor, — we like it so much better for a Sunday 

 rest. 



On we drove, leaving the beautiful bay, and winding 

 along Penobscot River, through Searsport, Stockton, 

 Frankfort and Winterport, but saw no place that tempted 

 us to stop, except a little summer house in a grove, where 



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