The log or diary of our automobile voyage through Maine and the White Mountains . w it was the worstthing Dad could do. He once told me thathe had never sung but twice in his life;the first time he was taken with a badsickness right after his singing bee andhe was married shortly after his secondattempt, so I feared for results upon thisoccasion. My fears, it turned out, werenot overdrawn. I cannot tell just whathappened or how, but I think that Dadhad gotten so interested in his song thathe became a bit careless, at any rate hegot Billie too close to the side of theroad, and to avoid going do
The log or diary of our automobile voyage through Maine and the White Mountains . w it was the worstthing Dad could do. He once told me thathe had never sung but twice in his life;the first time he was taken with a badsickness right after his singing bee andhe was married shortly after his secondattempt, so I feared for results upon thisoccasion. My fears, it turned out, werenot overdrawn. I cannot tell just whathappened or how, but I think that Dadhad gotten so interested in his song thathe became a bit careless, at any rate hegot Billie too close to the side of theroad, and to avoid going down an em-bankment he wheeled suddenly across theroad plumb into a machine headed theother way, and both cars made a head-onacquaintance which jarred all handsdreadfully. I was thrown out and Mothercame tumbling after. I dont know howthe rest got out, whether they fell or gotout themselves. The machines were badlyused up too. When I could move at all, Ifelt sure at least one arm was broken, andI felt like a piece of tough beefsteak thatsome one has pounded the dickens out of 68. Wimw
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