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suited us, and several other little things as well, among 

 them a penholder, which we purchased in memory of the 

 one we lost in Bath two years ago. 



At eight o'clock all was ready for the thirty-four miles 

 drive up the Kennebec to Augusta. The day was lovely 

 and cool, and we need not say the scenery was fine. We 

 dined at Richmond, and spent the night at the Augusta 

 House. 



Thirty-two miles the next day, still following the river, 

 taking dinner at Waterville, brought us to Norridgewock, 

 which was full of interest to us, from descriptions so 

 often given us by friends, of the old-time beauty. It is 

 one of the few places where we would like to stay, had 

 we time to delay. The Kennebec runs close by the main 

 street, and the large covered bridge is opposite the hotel. 

 We walked to the middle of the bridge to watch the sun- 

 set clouds, and feast our eyes on the view up the river. 

 As the light faded we strolled down the main street, 

 which is overarched by old willows. We measured 

 the largest, walking around it with a handkerchief, just 

 twenty-four lengths, twenty-three feet and four inches, a 

 grand old trunk. 



The wife of the proprietor brought some pictures of 

 the town to our room in the evening, and promised us a 

 drive in the morning. 



We rested well in our pretty blue room, and were 

 ready for the drive, after leaving Jerry with the black- 

 smith. We were taken to the river's edge for one view, 

 and to Sunset Rock for another. All the places we wished 

 to see, and others we did not know of were pointed out to 



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