14000 MILES 



Regrets for the inn were quite forgotten, and we felt 

 we were leaving the Green Acre "Annex" when we said 

 good morning to all the guests and went first to find Miss 

 Ford in her summer study to secure a copy of her book, 

 "Interwoven," sure to interest us, after the enthusiastic 

 comments. 



We got our mail as we passed through Portsmouth, 

 made a call at The Farragut, Rye Beach, and were 

 invited to spend the night, but we had planned to go to 

 Salisbury Beach, and thought best to go on. We took 

 the boulevard, and were full of anticipation for the drive 

 along the shore to Salisbury, via Boar's Head and Hamp- 

 ton. Here we drove on the beach for a time, then 

 returned to the boulevard, the beach flies becoming more 

 and more troublesome, until our horse was nearly 

 frantic. Our fine road changed to a hard sandy pull, and 

 we were glad to get on the Hampton River Bridge. All 

 went smoothly until we were nearly across the longest 

 wooden bridge in the world, a mile, when obstructions 

 loomed up, the trolley track being the only passable part. 

 Workmen came forward, and said, rather than send us 

 so many miles round, they would try to take us across. 

 They unharnessed Nan, and led her along planks in the 

 track, and put down extra planks for the buggy. We 

 followed on over the loose boards. This difficulty sur- 

 mounted, another soon presented itself. The boulevard 

 ended, and the remaining two miles' beach road to Salis- 

 bury was nothing but a rough track in the sand. We 

 were advised to go round, though double the distance. 



When we made the turn from the beach, we faced 



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