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town, and had somebody's pet horse to keep until he died 

 a natural death. Would the "auras" of those twenty 

 journeys take shape as he jogged about? They would be 

 there, and if his eyes should be holden in his normal wak- 

 ing condition, we felt sure, should he fall asleep on his 

 way home some sultry summer night, his dreams would 

 be like a running panorama without geographical order, 

 if the pictures of our journeys appeared chronologically. 

 Along the Connecticut River, with a view from Mt. Hol- 

 yoke, would be followed by Lake Winnipiseogee and the 

 Isles of Shoals, Newport, Martha's Vineyard, Boston 

 suburbs, Berkshire Hills, Hudson River, Green Moun- 

 tains, Lake George, Saratoga, White Mountains, and 

 Boston, Vermont, Canada, Franconia Notch, Old 

 Orchard Beach, New Jersey, Dixville Notch, Catskill 

 Mountains, Narragansett Pier and Bar Harbor! Would 

 the poor man be able to locate himself at once, when 

 aroused by the familiar sound of the horse's hoof on the 

 barn floor? Ought we to tell him about it? We decided 

 to entrust him to the manager of the panorama. 



We had at last to stop thinking of the dear old phaeton 

 and adjust ourselves to the nice new buggy, for it 

 required an entire change in packing arrangements. 

 Things would not place themselves in the buggy, as they 

 did in the phaeton from long habit. Bags must be found 

 to fit the ''box," and the wrench, oil and twine had to be 

 put into what one might call an emergency bag — a Corn- 

 ing is so different from a phaeton. We made some half- 

 curtains to use in rainy weather, which take up much less 

 room than the "sides," and do not shut out the view. By 



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