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but a skeleton ; but we reveled in the possibilities of "The 

 Nirvana." We climbed ladders, and sav^ it in embryo, 

 lest we might not be admitted when in its perfected 

 state. Every room commanded most beautiful views. 

 From one window we looked along the Mohawk River to 

 Dixville Notch, following the ten miles' drive we were to 

 have that afternoon. 



A good dinner awaited us, when we came down to the 

 hotel, and as we drove along the Mohawk Valley, after 

 Jerry's rest, we turned back many times for another 

 glimpse of the beautiful outline against the sky. 



Once in Dixville Notch, all else is forgotten in the still- 

 ness and beauty. The hotel was undergoing repairs, and 

 many attractions were assuming form under the guiding 

 hand of the landlady. We waited for a bed to be set up 

 in a room radiant in freshly tinted walls and Japanese 

 matting, and immediately fell into the spirit of repairs 

 with the two or three guests, who were continually lend- 

 ing a hand. The house is supplied with water from a 

 brook which comes tumbling down the mountain just 

 back of the house. You cannot imagine anything more 

 fascinating than the rustic camps that have been built by 

 regular patrons of this secluded spot, at a little distance 

 apart quite a way up the glen, with little bridges span- 

 ning the rocky stream. Hammocks and camp couches 

 with real springs, were suggestive of a miniature Nir- 

 vana, which is more easily attained than Nirvana on the 

 Heights. 



The moon was in full glory that night, and the morning 

 dawned fair for the Notch drive. As Jerry was brought 

 to the door, our hostess asked if we would take a few cir- 



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