The log or diary of our automobile voyage through Maine and the White Mountains . stopped to oil up. on ourway once more. 12 noon, still climbinghills. We had met no one of whom to askanything since leaving Littleton. Dadsaid he would like to find some bloomingidiot and ask him if there was not an-other mountain somewhere we had ne-glected to climb. We passed a few housesbut they were all boarded up, as no oneseemed to live in the vicinity. Thechauffeur, who had been quite silent, saidhe did not wonder at folks digging out ofsuch a forsaken place as that seemed tobe. I p. m., came to a r
The log or diary of our automobile voyage through Maine and the White Mountains . stopped to oil up. on ourway once more. 12 noon, still climbinghills. We had met no one of whom to askanything since leaving Littleton. Dadsaid he would like to find some bloomingidiot and ask him if there was not an-other mountain somewhere we had ne-glected to climb. We passed a few housesbut they were all boarded up, as no oneseemed to live in the vicinity. Thechauffeur, who had been quite silent, saidhe did not wonder at folks digging out ofsuch a forsaken place as that seemed tobe. I p. m., came to a road that lookedpromising and we began to descend. Wepassed a fellow driving a team of oxenand he directed us how to get to wrote down what he said and begancoasting again. I believe that for tenmiles we used absolutely no power, justlet the car have headway. , we cameto a fine macadam road. Dad let Billieout and we had one glorious spin. Justabout this time I began to feel ratherfaint and then it dawned upon the bunchthat we had had neither breakfast or din- 60. ner. 3 .10, arrived in Moulton and stoppedat the very first place that looked any-thing like a hotel or an inn; we were notover particular by this time. 4 p. m., onour homeward way again. The onlything that happened all the rest of thatday was when we discovered a leak in thepipe which feeds the carbureter. Wepatched that with soap, so it would holduntil we could get it attended to. I askedthe chauffeur if he supposed it happenedfrom Billie straining so to get his breathback in the mountains, and Dad took notice of that laugh for the soundof merriment had been strangely missingthe entire trip. At we arrived at Suncock, N. H.,and stopped at a place called the OswaldInn. The machine was put into a garageto have the leaky tube soldered, and afterwe had made ourselves presentable wewent into the dining room. A wishy-washy looking fellow, who seemed to bethe waiter, was reading a paper some-thin
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