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culars. The few proved fifty, and thereafter we enclosed 

 one in every letter. We have still a few left. We heartily 

 assent to all the good that is said of Dixville. Yes, we 

 found more of that moss, so lovely for Christmas cards. 

 We walked most of the two miles through the Notch 

 looking for it. 



We took dinner at a large three-story hotel in the 

 wilderness kept mainly for the "river drivers," whom we 

 were much interested to hear about. The Androscoggin 

 is full of logs, and river-driving in the spring must be 

 quite lively. We somehow missed the interpretation of 

 the guideboards, and pulled up a hill two and a half miles 

 long on the wrong road that hot afternoon. We were 

 obliged to retrace our steps and take the turn just the 

 other side of the hotel where we dined. Then came the 

 well remembered fourteen miles along the Androscoggin, 

 through the woods, and a night at "Chandler's," one of 

 the half-dozen houses to be seen on the plain as we 

 emerged from the woods. 



Great improvements had been made since we were 

 there seven years ago. That was the place where we had 

 a room on the first floor, without a lock on window or 

 door, and a "transient" in the room adjoining. Now the 

 two rooms were one, with a curtained arch between, and 

 the front room furnished as a parlor, with a piano. We 

 reveled in our royal apartments in this wild, river-driving 

 country, and did not mind much the smudge on the 

 piazza to keep the black flies away. We delayed start- 

 ing away as long as we could in the morning. 



Mrs. Chandler gave us lunch for ourselves and Jerry, 

 and we looked for a wayside camp; but not even the 



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