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that is as straight as one can take in Boston, for the 

 boat. The way we knew was the straightest for us, and 

 we repeated the intricate drive of Tuesday afternoon, 

 through Beacon, Tremont, Bromfield and State streets 

 to Atlantic avenue. We were on deck an hour and a 

 half ahead of time, but it began to rain, and we were glad 

 Jerry and the buggy were under cover. 



The abruptness of our story having been remedied, we 

 will now proceed to Bath as speedily as possible, but it 

 takes all night, so there is plenty of time to tell you of 

 something of that part of our journey. We found a dry 

 corner on deck, and watched the passengers as they came 

 on board. A Sister of Charity was sitting not far from us, 

 and an every-day looking man went to her, and said 

 "You're a 'Sister,' ain't you?" and offered his hand as he 

 took a stool by her. He was quite deaf, and the attention 

 was evidently embarrassing. As soon as she could with- 

 out seeming rude, the Sister rose quietly and went inside. 

 In a few moments she came out again, and took a seat by 

 us, and we chatted together until driven to the cabin by 

 the rain, which finally found our corner. 



The sound of music attracted us to the other end of the 

 boat, where a blind man was entertaining the passengers 

 with song and story combined. After our experience, we 

 marveled when he said that though blind he could not 

 lose his way in Boston. As his fingers flew over the 

 piano keys, we wondered if it was necessary to be blind, 

 in order to navigate Boston, and hit every note on the 

 piano with never a miss. 



Before going to our room, we went to see that Jerry 

 was all right. The man who took him on board piloted us 



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