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distinguish the Flume House, five miles away, where we 

 met friends as we drove through the Notch the next 

 morning. 



We are always interested in the excursionists we meet 

 "doing" the Notch, with its Flume, Pool and Basin, for 

 the first time. We left the carriage to have a good look 

 at the Old Man of the Mountain. We hope nothing will 

 happen to the jagged rocks that make up that wonderful 

 profile. We climbed Bald Mountain for the first time, 

 taking our lunch on the way. Jerry had his dinner later 

 at the Profile House farm. We spent the night at 

 Littleton. 



A bright thought came to us here. How pleasant it 

 would be to look in upon our friends at Lake Memphre- 

 magog. Newport did not look far away on our map, but 

 remembering those swampy, corduroy roads in northern 

 Vermont, with stump-land for scenery, we decided we 

 would drive the twenty miles to St. Johnsbury and then 

 go by rail forty-five miles to Newport. It proved a very 

 wise decision, for heavy rains had washed the roads, and 

 the corduroy must have been impassable. Moreover, 

 when we got to Newport we found for once our plans 

 were frustrated, for no boats had been running for two 

 weeks, as the water was so high they could not land any- 

 where on the lake. News travels slowly in northern Ver- 

 mont. We had made many inquiries at Littleton and St. 

 Johnsbury, and were told the boats were running twice 

 a day. We spent the night at the Memphremagog House, 

 and gazed by moonlight towards Georgeville, twenty 

 miles into Canada, where we had expected to spend the 



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