The log or diary of our automobile voyage through Maine and the White Mountains . J <. t^^l i#flt^ OUR AUTOMOBILE VOYAGE Tuesday Morning, September 8, A. M. I am not going to tell you where westarted from for there are a couple offellows up the state wearing the badgeof authority whose idea of speed did notcoincide with ours, and although we didnot wait to argue the question, I thinkit well to keep our whereabouts when athome a profound secret. It is sufficientto say that we live some east of old NewYork in a town among the ConnecticutHills. Well, Mother and I arrived upon thescene of a
The log or diary of our automobile voyage through Maine and the White Mountains . J <. t^^l i#flt^ OUR AUTOMOBILE VOYAGE Tuesday Morning, September 8, A. M. I am not going to tell you where westarted from for there are a couple offellows up the state wearing the badgeof authority whose idea of speed did notcoincide with ours, and although we didnot wait to argue the question, I thinkit well to keep our whereabouts when athome a profound secret. It is sufficientto say that we live some east of old NewYork in a town among the ConnecticutHills. Well, Mother and I arrived upon thescene of action shrouded in veils andgoggles and found Dad and the pilot-chaufifeur taking turns at cranking Billieup. He seemed absolutely without feel-ing, and I was for going back to finishmy morning nap, when with a deafeningwhirr he started into action. Dad ex-plained that the morning was so cold thatit interfered with the carburetor or what-ever it is called, but now everything was allright. We fastened a couple of life-pre-servers on the side, piled away the lug-gage and got aboard ourse
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