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season, very bad weather, and "high water." Still 

 the attractions of the trip are so many and varied, 

 that I think, notwithstanding our bad luck, there is 

 not one of the party but hopes and fondly expects 

 sooner or later to revisit this charming lake. 



' After much questioning of the few acquaintances 

 that had preceded us, we determined upon the fol- 

 lowing route, which proved in every respect a most 

 delightful journey. 



Leaving Boston in the Portland boat, we arrive 

 at the latter city in ample season for a good break- 

 fast, before starting again by rail. 



We take the train on the Grand Trunk Railroad 

 for North Stratford, arriving there about four o'clock 

 in the afternoon. 



Here we chartered a team, and were driven thir- 

 teen miles to Colebrook, N.H., over a beautiful 

 road which follows the banks of the Connecticut 

 River nearly the whole distance. At Colebrook we 

 spent the night at the Parsons House, a well-kept 

 hotel whose landlord did every thing to make our 

 short stay a pleasant one. 



We were here met by a small party of Vermont 

 friends, who were to accompany us on our excur- 

 sion, and a very agreeable acquisition we found 

 them. At eight in the morning our conveyance 

 was driven to the door ; and an inviting sight it was 



