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thing else in these days, the stable had "moved on." 

 When we found a place for him it was late. We did not 

 idle this time, for it was so near five o'clock that 

 gates were half closed, and a man stood at every door as 

 if to say, "You can come out, but you cannot go in." 

 The drive next morning was very fine. We went out 

 on Beacon street to Chestnut Hill Reservoir, then drove 

 on the new Commonwealth avenue as far as we could on 

 our way to Allston. Whatever Scripture may say about 

 the "broad way," we shall surely risk our lives on that 

 one as often as we have opportunity. 



From Allston we retraced our first two days' driving, 

 making our journey like a circle with a handle. We 

 called on the same friends along the way, spent the night 

 at Wayland Inn, dined with the same friends at the Lan- 

 caster House, and called on the campers at Spectacle 

 Pond. There was a slight variation in the return trip, 

 however, in the form of a tornado, which passed over 

 South Lancaster. We might have been "in it" if we had 

 not stopped twenty minutes or more to sketch a very 

 peculiar tree trunk, between Sudbury and Stow. There 

 were nine huge oaks in a row, and every one showed 

 signs of having been strangely perverted in its early 

 growth, as if bent down to make a fence, perhaps; but 

 later in life showed its innate goodness by growing an 

 upright and shapely tree out of its horizontal trunk. 



We called one journey a cemetery journey because we 

 visited so many cemeteries, and another a ministerial 

 journey because we met so many ministers. Trees were 

 a marked feature of this journey. We saw many beauti- 

 ful trees beside the big willow in Norridgewock, the 



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