14000 MILES 



July 4 — Somewhere between the southern and north- 

 ern boundary of New Hampshire there is a park, the 

 fame of which reached us several years ago, and we 

 have had in mind to visit it some time. This year seemed 

 to be the time, as, by our map, it was right on our way 

 north. On making inquiries, we found it would give us 

 five or six miles extra driving to go through the park, 

 and the day being hot it took considerable wise arguing 

 to make the vote unanimous. Importunity, however, will 

 sometimes bring about at least acquiescent unanimity. 



Suffice to say, we went through the park and now we 

 are truly unanimous, and will give you the benefit of our 

 experience. There is probably no town in New England 

 that has not attractions enough, within reach of a walk 

 or short drive, to last all summer for those who go to 

 one place for recreation and change. But if you are 

 driving the length of New Hampshire, Vermont or any 

 other state, do not be beguiled by accounts of pretty 

 by-roads, cascades, water-falls, whirlpools or parks, even 

 one of 30,000 acres, with 26 miles of wire fence, 180 

 buffaloes, 200 elks, 1000 wild hogs, moose, and deer 

 beyond counting. You may do as we did, drive miles 

 by the park before and after driving five miles inside, 

 and see only twelve buffaloes, one fox, a tiny squirrel 

 and a bird — yes, and drive over a mountain beside, the 

 park trip having turned us from the main highway. For 

 a few miles the grass-grown road was very fascinat- 

 ing, but when we found we were actually crossing a 

 mountain spur and the road was mainly rocks, with deep 

 mud holes filled in with bushes, we began to realize the 



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