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We began our journey a week before by driving to 

 Lunenburg, Mass., and about three hours after parting 

 with our two tramps at Newport, we began it over again 

 at St. Johnsbury, turning Jerry towards Lunenburg, Vt. 

 We thought we would try our chances next in northern 

 New Hampshire. We had driven perhaps half the 

 twenty miles to Lunenburg, when another of those 

 ominous clouds appeared, and just at the right time we 

 came to a large barn on a farm, but no house was within 

 a mile. At one end of the barn facing the road was an 

 open shed, with places to tie several horses, and a large 

 sign-board, "Public Shelter Shed." At one side was a 

 fine water trough and another sign, "Nice Spring Water 

 — Drink Hearty." The customary broken goblet was 

 close at hand. Several children were there, with quanti- 

 ties of wild strawberries. They sat on the grass with 

 their lunch, and after taking ours we added some culti- 

 vated strawberries to their pails, and they started on the 

 run for the little station nearly a mile away. We hope 

 they were safely under cover before the shower came. 

 As we waited there, while the thunder, lightning and rain 

 held high carnival, we sent winged thoughts of gratitude 

 to the thoughtful man to whom we were indebted for 

 shelter. 



Having been delayed by the shower, and finding 

 Lunenburg so attractive, we stopped there for the night 

 instead of crossing the Connecticut to Lancaster, N. H. 

 Several years ago we explored Dixville Notch, a little 

 south of Connecticut Lake in northern New Hampshire, 

 and have ever since talked of going again to get some of 

 that lovely moss for Christmas cards. We shall never 



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