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quite too far for us to drive. Now here we were, but our 

 friends were far away. No wonder they were charmed 

 with their summer at Sullivan. 



Really, aside from its own charms the view of Bar 

 Harbor would compensate one. We touched at several 

 points in the bay, changed boats twice, and were delayed 

 an hour just at sunset, which we enjoyed from the upper 

 deck, and thanks to the delay, had a view of Bar Harbor 

 electric-lighted. Our obliging host had a special supper 

 awaiting us, and our day of varied experience ended with 

 a long look at Green Mountain in the starlight from our 

 window. 



While we were waiting for Jerry the next morning, the 

 clerk rehearsed enthusiastically the attractions of Bar 

 Harbor, and asked us if we did not think the drive from 

 Ellsworth very fine. He looked aghast when we frankly 

 told him that, with the exception of the last mile or two, 

 it was the least interesting twenty miles of our two 

 weeks' driving — three hundred and fifty miles. We can 

 readily imagine, however, how delightful it must seem to 

 people who have been pent up in the city, and we do not 

 doubt it would have had more charm for us if it had been 

 a little cooler and the water had been at high tide. 



Even the mists, that would not be dispelled, could not 

 dampen our enthusiasm on the famous ocean drive, 

 although we almost despaired of seeing the ocean, and 

 began to think it was like some river drives we have 

 taken, without a river to be seen. When we at last came 

 to the red rocky bluffs, so wonderfully beautiful, and then 

 followed our winding way through a real mountain notch, 

 we were in full sympathy with Bar Harbor enthusiasts. 



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