14000 MILES 



a brief sunset meeting sitting on the river bank, a very- 

 fine reading in the parlor in the evening, from Long- 

 fellow and Lowell, an early morning gathering on the 

 piazza of the Eirenion — House of Peace — when Brown- 

 ing and Emerson were beautifully read and interpreted, 

 and a later session under Lysekloster Pines, a half mile 

 away through the fields, where the meetings of the Mon- 

 salvat School are held. This was a novel experience, sit- 

 ting on the dry brown needles, under the low, broad- 

 spreading branches of a mammoth pine, listening to the 

 wisdom of an Indian teacher. 



We were loth to leave the tempting program, "The 

 Oneness of Mankind," by Mirza Abul Fazl, and Mirza 

 Ali Kuli Khan, next morning in the Pines, and later 

 "Man, the Master of His Own Destiny," by Swami 

 Rami; in truth a whole summer's feast of reason and 

 music, but our journey was waiting. 



We had scarcely left the Inn after dinner, before mut- 

 tering thunder gave us warning, and a shower came up 

 so quickly we barely had time to drive under a shed back 

 of the village church before the floods came down. The 

 shower was violent, but did not last very long, and when 

 the rain was over, we drove on. We were utterly in 

 doubt where we were being led until at the first glimpse 

 of a distant mountain peak our entire journey was 

 revealed to us — a trip through Sebago Lake, then on to 

 Jefferson Highlands, and home through Crawford Notch 

 and Lake Winnipiseogee ! We had not a doubt or mis- 

 giving after the revelation. We had at last struck our 

 trail ! 



According to the revelation, Sebago Lake was the first 



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