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for it there came to us to take passage for Bath, Maine, 

 on the boat which left Boston at six o'clock Wednesday- 

 evening, July twelfth. 



This beginning seems as abrupt as the ending of our 

 trip two years ago, when we drove over two weeks to 

 reach Bar Harbor, and sailed back to Boston in a night. 

 For the sake of beginning a carriage journey on terra 

 firma, we will go back a bit, and tell you we had already 

 enjoyed two days' journeying. We left Leominster 

 Monday morning, July tenth, driving to Lancaster the 

 back way, to say good morning to the campers at Spec- 

 tacle Pond. 



Jerry had two hours rest, and the time passed quickly 

 with us, for we met friends at dinner at the Lancaster 

 House, and spent a half hour studying a collection of 

 fine etchings in the music room, where Mr. Closson was 

 to lecture in the evening. 



We went out of our way to spend the night at Way- 

 land Inn, and made calls on friends along the way to Bos- 

 ton the next day. 



The special medium of revelation as to our next move 

 was the Sunday Globe given us by the campers, in which 

 our eyes chanced to rest on an advertisement of an 

 excursion to Nova Scotia. This seemed hardly feasible, 

 though we actually gave it consideration, as it was 

 stated the roads there were good for driving. This was 

 only a "leader" to what was foreordained for us. It must 

 be it was foreordained, for our best friend so declared it 

 in writing us, and surely from the moment we decided to 

 take the boat for Bath, everything went like clock-work. 



We thought best to go to the wharf, on arriving in 



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