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foreground. We know of no drive to compare with this 

 drive from Jefferson to Gorham. 



As we came into Gorham, we saw the first trolley since 

 we left Fair Haven, Vermont, and had a glimpse of the 

 Androscoggin River. The old Alpine House where we 

 have always been was closed, but The Willis House 

 proved a pleasant substitute. 



Twenty miles from Gorham to Jackson, through 

 Pinkham Notch, and we had forgotten the drive was so 

 beautiful ! Everything was freshened by the showers we 

 watched the day before, and the mountains seemed 

 nearer than ever. A river ran along with us over its rocky 

 bed, the road was in fine condition, and we could only 

 look, lacking words to express our enthusiasm. The 

 little house in the Notch by the A. M. C. path to Mt. 

 Washington summit, where the woman gave us milk and 

 cookies, and the strange little girl had a "library," was 

 gone, not a vestige of anything left. We took our lunch 

 there, however, as evidently many others had done. We 

 had barely unharnessed, when a large touring car shot 

 by, and we were glad the road was clear, for in many 

 places it is too narrow to pass. We followed on later, 

 and gathered wild strawberries, as we walked down the 

 steep hills towards Jackson. 



The showers evidently did not make the turn we made 

 at Jackson for Glen Station, for here it was very dusty. 

 We have stayed so many times in North Conway, that we 

 proposed trying some one of those pleasant places we 

 have often spoken of on the way. We drove by several, 

 but when we came to Pequawket Inn, Intervale, we 

 stopped with one accord. Somehow we know the right 



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