Some Sample Walks 



MY first real tour afoot was made in 

 the autumn, and ranged from 

 Hartford, Connecticut, to a village in 

 Northern Vermont, with side trips. The 

 expense was nine dollars, and I was per- 

 haps three weeks on the way, for I stopped 

 twice for little visits to friends and rela- 

 tives. It was the October of a great flood 

 in the Connecticut, and there was exhilara- 

 tion in the walk beside that river, swollen 

 to a sea, covering miles of meadow, filling 

 roads and streets, bearing in its onrush 

 bridges, fences, houses, timber, from up- 

 country. I recall that once a cock sailed 

 by, clinging to a pumpkin. Did he live to 

 crow over his journey, I wonder? 



I set off at nine o'clock in the morning, 

 and my aim was to reach Holyoke that 

 night, thirty-four miles away, as one usu- 

 ally walks, or more usually rides. But the 



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