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nothing was missing but the bonfire of barrels. We 

 watched the street panorama until ten o'clock, then ex- 

 amined the fire rope, but concluded a fire was necessary 

 to make one know how to use it, packed our things ready 

 for quick action, and slept serenely. 



We waited until the early morning firing was over 

 before we ordered our horse, and then found by some 

 mistake she had had an extra feed of oats, which was 

 quite unnecessary, for the crackers, common and cannon, 

 furnished sufficient stimulus. Clouds were heavy, the 

 wind strong, air cool, and we thought the list of 

 prophecies for that week might be at hand all at once. 

 Singularly, none of them came to pass on the dates 

 given ! 



When at Bellows Falls, something prompted us to 

 write our Fair Haven friends we were on the way, which 

 we rarely do. Had we not, we would have been disap- 

 pointed, for we found the house closed. A note pinned 

 on the door, however, we were sure was for us. They 

 were at the Country Club, Bomoseen Lake, for a few 

 days, and asked us to join them there. We first called on 

 the cousin from New York State, whose address was 

 given, and whom we had not seen in many years. She 

 gave us direction for the four miles' beautiful drive to 

 the lake, and as we followed its lovely shores to the 

 Country Club, we recalled how many times we had read 

 on the trolley posts from Rutland, "Go to Bomoseen." 

 We say to all who have the chance, ''Go to Bomoseen." 



All the Fair Haven cousins were there, the "Michigan 

 Subscriber" too, and for another surprise, our cousin, the 

 story-writer, who had just finished a book. After a row 



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