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the time we were ready for our journey we almost won- 

 dered how we ever got along without a place for bags, 

 things seemed so compact and out of the way. 



Why anyone should have mistrusted we were going 

 farther than Spec Pond or Fitchburg when we drove up 

 to the post office on the afternoon of June thirtieth we 

 cannot imagine; but a reporter did, and seized the oppor- 

 tunity to interview us. We did not wish to leave town 

 with the ill-will of anyone, and responded civilly to his 

 many queries, but the entire information gained made a 

 very brief item. Now, if we had told him we were going 

 to Pepperell we should have falsified ourselves at the 

 outset. We did think of spending the first night there, 

 but a bridge up and a big thunder-cloud turned our 

 course towards Townsend, and we reached the hotel just 

 in time to escape a heavy shower. It cleared away, and 

 after supper we drove on to Brookline, N. H., and were 

 farther on our way, if our way lay north, than if we had 

 gone to Pepperell. 



It is a pretty drive of twenty-four miles from Brook- 

 line to Goffstown through Amherst, where we stopped 

 for dinner. At Goffstown the landlord was not in, and 

 even bells called forth no response, so we drove off to 

 view the town. A second bold effort was more successful 

 and brought to light the landlord, who had turned car- 

 penter and was building a new kitchen. 



Twenty-eight miles the next day, through Concord, 

 where we always spend a pleasant hour with friends, took 

 us to Shaker Village, on the top of a hill, where we spent 

 Sunday. When you have made one visit to the Canter- 



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