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places. We are glad the driveway and barn were spared 

 when the house was burned, and we still stop there to 

 give our horse her noon rest. 



After the "pitches," the rest at old Willey, and a snap 

 shot at the ruins, come the miles and miles of driving 

 through the dense woods, with high mountains on either 

 side, the way made cheery by the sunlight glimmering 

 through the treetops, and the music of the babbling 

 brooks. 



At Bartlett we received a large forwarded mail, the 

 first for ten days, which we read as we drove on to 

 North Conway, and we were grateful for the good news 

 which came from every direction. 



After leaving North Conway and getting our first 

 glimpse of Chocorua's rugged peak, there was no more 

 regretful looking backward. Chocorua in its lofty lone- 

 liness is all-absorbing. We had an ideal mid-day camp 

 on the shores of the beautiful Chocorua lake at the base 

 of the mountain. 



After two hours of concentrated admiration of the 

 rocky peak, what wonder we were hypnotized, and that 

 on leaving the lake with one mind we confidently took 

 the turn that would have led us to the summit in time ! 

 Having driven a distance which we knew should have 

 brought us to the next village, we began to suspect 

 something was wrong. There was nothing to do but to 

 go on, for there was not a turn to right or left, and not a 

 house in sight. We were surely on a main road to some- 

 where, so we kept on, until we met a farmer driving, who 

 brought us to our senses. We were miles out of our 

 way, but by following his directions in the course of the 



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