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cleared later, and all day long we reviewed the views we 

 have reveled in so many times ; the river with us, and the 

 New Hampshire mountains in the distance. For two or 

 three miles we were on the lookout for a parting "camp" 

 in Vermont. We almost stopped several times, and once 

 began to unharness, then concluded to go a little further. 

 When we reached the highest point on the hill, a large 

 tree by the roadside, and a magnificent view of the river, 

 hills, and mountains, assured us this was the spot we 

 were being led to. Nan usually takes her oats from the 

 ground, after she has made a "table" by eating the 

 grass, but here they were served from a bank. We had 

 taken our lunch, added a few lines to the journey report, 

 which we write as we go, harnessed, and were ready to 

 drive on, when a man came to the fence, from the field 

 where he had been at work, and resting on his hoe said, 

 "Well, ladies, you are enjoying yourselves, but you 

 might just as well have put your horse in the barn, 

 and given her some hay." We thanked him, saying she 

 seemed to enjoy the camping as much as we do, and was 

 always eager for the grass. He then told us we had 

 chosen historic ground. Our camp was on the road 

 spotted by Gen. Bailey and Gen. Johnson to Quebec for 

 the militia. He gave several interesting anecdotes. At 

 one time in Quebec he was shown a small cannon, which 

 they were very proud of, taken from "your folks" at 

 Bunker Hill. His wife replied, "Yes, you have the gun, 

 and we have the hill." 



We shall have to take, back some things we have said 

 about river roads, for that day's drive completed more 

 than one hundred miles of superb river driving, in turn 



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