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Mountains is always interesting. How to get there was 

 the problem, when the Green Mountains were between. 

 You can drive up and down New Hampshire and Ver- 

 mont at will, but when you want to go across, the diffi- 

 culties exceed those of the roads east and west in Rhode 

 Island and Connecticut. We knew the lovely way from 

 Benson to Bread Loaf Inn in Ripton, then over the 

 mountains, and along the gulf roads to Montpelier, but 

 we inclined to try a new route. You drive through the 

 White Mountains but over the Green Mountains. 



With a new route in mind, from Benson we drove over 

 more and higher hills to Brandon Inn for the night. The 

 Inn is very attractive, but remembering the warm wel- 

 come from our many friends, the inscription ovei the 

 dining-room fire-place hardly appealed to us : 



"Whoe'er has traveled this dull world's round, 

 Where'er his stages may have been, 

 May sigh to think he yet has found 

 His warmest welcome at an inn." 



The next day we crossed the mountain, hoping to take 

 a fairly direct course to the Connecticut River, but on 

 first inquiry, were told we must follow down White 

 River forty miles before we could strike anything but 

 "going over mountains" to get north. 



It matters not whether you drive north, south, east or 

 west, among the Green Mountains. It is all beautiful. 

 Even the "level" roads are hilly, with a continuous pano- 

 rama of exquisite views. Crossing the mountains we are 

 in and out of the buggy, walking the steepest pitches to 

 the music of the lively brooks and myriad cascades, let- 

 ting our horse have a nibble of grass at every "rest," 



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