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wights, the bride and groom still remain in their bower, 

 among though not of them. And Romance and June 

 linger along the lake, like a spell. A. F, B. 



July 8. — The Cedar Lodge bird concert aroused us 

 betimes, and after breakfast in the Blue China room, we 

 were driven to Georgeville. The morning sail was even 

 finer than that of the afternoon before. The car ride of 

 forty-five miles from Newport brought us to St. Johns- 

 bury in season for a drive of ten miles to Waterford, for 

 our last night in Vermont. 



July 10. — Camped two hours on the top of Sugar Hill, 

 with a glorious view of the mountain ranges and sur- 

 rounding country, then drove down to Franconia for the 

 night, near the Notch. 



July 11. — Everything perfect! Cooler after the suc- 

 cessive days of heat, the fine roads through the woods 

 freshened as from recent showers. Echo Lake, the Pro- 

 file House and cottages. Profile Lake and the Old Man, 

 whose stony face is grand as ever, the Pemigewassett, 

 clear as crystal, tumbling over the whitened rocks, the 

 Basin, Pool and Flume — all these attractions of the 

 Franconia Notch drive were never more beautiful. We 

 left our horse at the Flume House stables and walked 

 the mile to the end of the Flume, along the board walks, 

 through the narrow gorge where the boulder once hung, 

 and climbed higher yet the rocks above the cascade. The 

 afternoon drive of seventeen miles through North Wood- 

 stock and Thornton brought us to Campton for the night. 



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