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afternoon we arrived safely at our destination for the 

 night. 



Immediately we took our books and writing-tablet, 

 and climbed to a summer house on a knoll just above the 

 hotel, commanding a magnificent view of Chocorua, also 

 Passaconaway, White Face, Sandwich Dome, and sev- 

 eral others of the range. After supper we returned to 

 the knoll for the sunset, and later were interested in 

 what was thought to be a bonfire at the Appalachian 

 camp on the summit of Passaconaway, lingering until 

 the outlines were lost in the darkness. 



We were up before six o'clock and went to the ham- 

 mock in the summer house before breakfast, and if it had 

 not been such a beautiful day for the sail through Lake 

 Winnipiseogee, we would have been strongly tempted 

 to stay over at this homelike place, the Swift River 

 House, Tamworth Village, New Hampshire, opened only 

 last year, and already attracting lovers of fishing and 

 hunting. 



A drive of seventeen miles with Chocorua in the back- 

 ground, and raspberries in abundance by the wayside, 

 brought us to Centre Harbor, where we took the boat for 

 Alton Bay. A trip through Lake Winnipiseogee sitting 

 in the buggy in the bow of the Mt. Washington, is an 

 indescribable pleasure, and even our horse seemed to 

 enjoy it, after she became accustomed to the new expe- 

 rience. On the way we had our parting glimpses of Mt. 

 Washington and Chocorua. 



With this glorious sail the "revelation" was fulfilled, 

 and the one hundred miles — or nearly that — between 

 us and home was like the quiet evening after an eventful 

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