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We must now think of turning homeward. If inclina- 

 tion had been considered, we would give you an account 

 of a glorious return via Moosehead Lake, Dixville Notch 

 and the White Mountains; but our time was limited by 

 other plans, and we had already strayed too far from 

 home to return even as we came. We must test Jerry as 

 a sailor; and it seemed wise to make sure of a pleasant 

 day, and not delay, for a storm was anticipated. The 

 Olivette, a beautiful boat, ran from Bar Harbor direct to 

 Boston, leaving at six in the afternoon, but we could 

 leave at one o'clock on the Lewiston, and have the 

 delightful sail along the coast to Rockland, and then 

 change for the Bangor boat, due in Boston in the morn- 

 ing, at the same time as the Olivette. The Lewiston was 

 said to have better accommodations for horses too, and 

 Jerry is always the majority with us. We packed oats 

 for his supper, and a gay Bar Harbor blanket to insure 

 his comfort, in the phaeton, and the man at the wharf 

 tied up everything securely. We were weighed, because 

 a man said we must be — everybody was weighed before 

 leaving Bar Harbor — then went on board, everything 

 promising a most delightful afternoon. 



We were full of anticipation, with map in hand ready 

 to observe every point. Within ten minutes we were in a 

 dense fog, and rolling as if we were in mid-ocean. We 

 could barely discern the rocky bluffs along the ocean 

 drive, which we so longed to see. It was clear in South- 

 west Harbor, and we had a few views of the island as we 

 touched at several points, for it was bright sunshine on 

 shore ; then we sailed into the fog again denser than ever. 

 A row boat came alongside, and we went on to the upper 



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