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and pleasant words from friends of the students who are 

 attracted to this growing Summer School of Music, we 

 retraced three miles of the lovely Keene road, then up we 

 went, and up some more, then down and up again. We 

 walked the steepest pitches, and the day ended at Bel- 

 lows Falls as beautiful as it began. We were now in 

 Vermont. Fifth state in ten days ! 



From Bellows Falls to Rutland by rail is not to be 

 spurned, but by the hilly highways, it is a joy forever. 

 We always anticipate that superb bit of driving through 

 Cavendish Gorge before we reach Ludlow, where once 

 more we enjoyed the comforts of the old Ludlow House, 

 spic and span this time. Then came another perfect day 

 for crossing Mt. Holly of the Green Mountain range, and 

 we chose the rough short cut over the mountain, ignor- 

 ing the smooth roundabout way for automobiles. Miles 

 of wayside, and whole fields, were radiant with yellow 

 buttercups, white daisies, orange tassel-flower, red and 

 white clover, and ferns. The views are beyond descrip- 

 tion. We stopped on the summit to give our horse water, 

 and never can resist pumping even if the tub is full. A 

 woman seeing us came from the house bringing a glass, 

 and we made a new wayside acquaintance; and still 

 another when we camped by a brook at the foot, and got 

 milk for our lunch. 



We reached Rutland at four o'clock, just as demon- 

 strations for the Fourth were beginning, and once in our 

 room at The Berwick, with three large windows front, 

 we could have fancied we were at Newport, New Hamp- 

 shire, where we were last year the night before the 

 Fourth. The program of entertainment was fully equal ; 



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