The log or diary of our automobile voyage through Maine and the White Mountains . Well, being un-able to stop then, we made that descentwith a dreadful list aport, and when wereached the bottom of the hill and got outto investigate matters, we discoveredthat we had coasted down most beauti-fully on three wheels, with the end ofthe axle digging its way into the roadbed,regardless. It took us some time to dis-cover the missing wheel. It was milesaway in a lot back at the side of the hill,but strange to say, it was intact, nothingwrong except that when the wheels wereoff to be oiled, or whatever
The log or diary of our automobile voyage through Maine and the White Mountains . Well, being un-able to stop then, we made that descentwith a dreadful list aport, and when wereached the bottom of the hill and got outto investigate matters, we discoveredthat we had coasted down most beauti-fully on three wheels, with the end ofthe axle digging its way into the roadbed,regardless. It took us some time to dis-cover the missing wheel. It was milesaway in a lot back at the side of the hill,but strange to say, it was intact, nothingwrong except that when the wheels wereoff to be oiled, or whatever it is that getsdone to them, the one wdio put them backagain had neglected to tighten up the nut,and there you are. We knew who haddone the job from the nice, quiet waythat Dad helped to replace the thing. , off again, and I sincerely hopedthere would be no more stoppings untillunch time, for I really did not believeDads patience could stand much morestrain. , more tire trouble; doubledup this time, a puncture and a , we disembarked once again, and as 17. Mother had complained of not seeingmuch of the country on account of usgoing too swiftly when we went at all,I thought she might as well get a lookabout her now. It seemed as though wewere likely to remain for quite a whilewhere we were, so I got an old soap box,which I found alongside the road, andplacing it just out of reach of the othermachines, I ensconsed her there, whileI stood around to boss the job the menbodies were trying to do. Somehow thisparticular tire needed a lot of coaxing,and at last Dad lost his temper and jab-bed too hard with those corking ironsthey use in putting in tubes, and out camethe chauffeur holding the poor, inoffen-sive tube in his hand, cut in dozens ofplaces. Of course it was Dads fault; ifit had been any one else who had donesuch a fool trick he would have likelytaken a fall out of them; however, as hehad no one upon which to lay the blame,he got out another tube and star
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