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drove around by Spec Pond, surprised the campers, and 

 had a fine row in the "G. W.," whose hold on our 

 affections is only strengthened by absence. We took 

 Jerry camping for a week, later in the season, and he was 

 a great acquisition to camp life, but we must pass by the 

 delights of that week, even our visit to the Shakers, and 

 hasten home over Rice hill. The view was never so 

 lovely as in that sunset glow. Our journey ended in 

 golden glory, but we still feel it was not complete ; and 

 from the queries of some of our friends, it would seem 

 as if they thought we did not have "much of a journey," 

 but it was one of our very best, and at Bar Harbor we 

 were just the same distance from home in miles and time 

 as we were at Berthier, Canada, two summers ago. It is 

 all owing to that abrupt return by water, and sometime 

 we hope to tell you how we drove to Boston, put Jerry 

 on board boat for Bar Harbor, then finished up our Twen- 

 tieth Phaeton Trip. 



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