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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 



