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through on our September mountain trip, in deep mud 

 and heavy mist. 



Jackson was at its best this time. We watched the 

 twilight sky from the piazza of a friend's studio on the 

 grounds of Gray's Inn, and spent a delightful hour in the 

 morning with the beauties of nature brought indoors by 

 her skilful hand. It was an ideal studio, with its little 

 garden in front, and vine-covered porch. 



We passed most of the day in Jackson, driving to 

 North Conway in the latter part of the afternoon. To 

 shorten the drive of the next day, we drove two miles 

 beyond the town and stopped at Moat Mountain House, 

 a favorite place for lovers of fine scenery. Mt. Wash- 

 ington was particularly fine from our window. 



Thirty miles, via Tamworth and Madison, stopping at 

 Silver Lake House for dinner, brought us to Moulton- 

 boro. The hotel was closed, and we will pass lightly 

 over the accommodations ( ?) and experiences of that 

 night, assuring you we were ready for an early departure, 

 to meet the nine o'clock boat at Centre Harbor for a sail 

 through the lovely Winnipiseogee, to Alton Bay. This 

 was Jerry's treat, as well as ours. He is a good sailor. 

 The courteous captain looked out for his comfort and for 

 our pleasure, calling our attention to all points of interest. 

 We dined at Alton Bay and then Jerry was fresh for a 

 brisk drive of eighteen miles to Rochester, where we 

 found pleasant quarters for Sunday, fifty-three miles 

 away from Moultonboro. 



The mountains were now well behind us, and we 

 turned our thoughts towards Old Ocean, only thirty 



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