The log or diary of our automobile voyage through Maine and the White Mountains . and then down hewent clear to the bottom again. A chapupon a horse came along and tried tocheer us by telling us what trouble allthe other tourists had. He said the causeof it was that the air became rarified inthe mountains so that the gasolene mix-ture became affected or something of thatsort. Anyway the air near us was blueenough. My the things that the men said;why Mother simply tore up that *cusspaper then and there. She said it kepther working overtime and never woulddo her any good. Well, after a while we
The log or diary of our automobile voyage through Maine and the White Mountains . and then down hewent clear to the bottom again. A chapupon a horse came along and tried tocheer us by telling us what trouble allthe other tourists had. He said the causeof it was that the air became rarified inthe mountains so that the gasolene mix-ture became affected or something of thatsort. Anyway the air near us was blueenough. My the things that the men said;why Mother simply tore up that *cusspaper then and there. She said it kepther working overtime and never woulddo her any good. Well, after a while we got throughplaying see-saw on that hill and got tothe top and stayed there. I had jammedmy finger, or rather Mother had jammedit for me; she got mixed some in puttinga stone under the wheel and mistook mypoor finger for the roadway, and it beganto hurt me badly. I showed it to Dad,but he said no one sympathized with himwhen he scalded his hands in the morning,so I kept my own counsel after that. At p. m. we arrived at Maplewoodand stopped at the Maplewood Hotel. It was 54. a grand, big place, room enough in it toaccommodate a city full. When we drewup, three or four darkies surrounded usand grabbed our coats and suit cases andfreed of our hamper, we we got under the lights on theporch and those colored gentlemen got agood look at us, I know they thought wehad come to the wrong entrance, althoughany self-respecting serving maid wouldhave considered herself eternally disgrac-ed to have looked as we did that tussle with those hills and the dustof the roadway had not combined to makeus look any too well groomed. We reach-ed our rooms and I made a brave attemptto remove some of the marks of the daystoil. Then I dug some dress clothes outof my suit case and descended to thedining hall. I met my family there andwe all went in together. Mother holdsher head pretty high at all times, just sailsalong, looking neither to the right or tothe left. Upon this o
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