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which makes her ambitious for the next one. We do not 

 care how many automobiles we meet, but on these roads 

 they are conspicuous by their absence days at a time. 



As we revel in these mountain drives and walks, we 

 think of our friends who say we must be "tired to death," 

 who would not be "hired" to go, and again of the one 

 who likes to have a horse and "amble along," not for- 

 getting the one who wrote she had just come in from an 

 automobile ride, and that "to shoot through miles of 

 beautiful country, eyes squinted together, and holding 

 on tightly was a punishment," and still another automo- 

 bilist who said it did seem rather nice to go with a horse, 

 and stop to "pick things." 



The forty miles down White River in order to get 

 north was truly following a river, and a charming drive 

 as well as restful change, after the mountain climbing. 

 As we journeyed we found genuine hospitality at the 

 hotels in Stockbridge and West Hartford, small country 

 towns in Vermont, and everywhere the phonograph, the 

 R. F. D. and telephone, bringing the most remote farm 

 house in touch with the outer world. 



We left White River with real regret, but after cutting a 

 corner by driving over a high hill, we started north along 

 the Connecticut, and at first should hardly have known 

 the difference. In the course of twenty-five miles we 

 realized we had faced about, as the hills gave place to 

 mountains. We found very pleasant accommodation at 

 the hotel in Fairlee, which was being renovated for sum- 

 mer guests. We remember the bevy of young people we 

 saw there last year, as we passed. 



The river fog was heavy in the early morning, but 



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