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Title: A family flight around home
Year: 1884 (1880s)
Authors: Hale, Edward Everett, 1822-1909 Hale, Susan, 1833-1910, joint author
Subjects: New England -- Description and travel United States -- History
Publisher: Boston, D. Lothrop and company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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to Miss Lejeune, thistroublesome affair of Browns I was telling you about, will keep mepretty close to New York all summer; but it will not be diffi-cult to run up to Utopia occasionally to see how the familyagree. Of all of us, cried Bessie, you, papa, have arranged thevilest programme for yourself! My dear, I feel quite light-hearted at the idea of a hard-working summer. I want to prove to my own satisfaction thatseveral years travelling has not unfitted me for it. The scheme presented to Mr. Stuyvesant pleased him greatly,and was carrictl out, as the Bruces did not object to receivingthe twins. Mrs. Horner and Bessie, as the boys expected, were delightedwith the drive over the mountain from East Utopia. The roadtlirough llie woods was carpeted with mosses, ferns, and the brightred partridge berry. It looked very different, you had better believe, when I washere before, said Tom, remembering with a shiver the snow-cov-<ived landscape. It was now the perfection of early midsummer.
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SCHROON LAKE. 159 The woods were full of kalmia latifolia, mountain laurel, in densethickets sometimes twenty feet high. There was one place whereit grew upon a slope surrounding a little pond like an amphithea-tre, and here the masses of its bright pink blossoms prevailedover the green of the foliage. It is like a pink snow storm! cried Hubert. They drove slowly up the hill to the homestead towards the«nd of the afternoon. Mr. and Mrs. Bruce were both awaitingthem on the doorstep, and Alice ran across from her house assoon as she saw the wagon in the distance, for which she wason the watch. Look, Mrs. Horner! is not the view lovely ? demandedHubert. The broad river below swept away for several miles; across itwere the hills of New Hampshire, now brilliant with the perfectgreens of June. Opposite, the sun was already giving goldentones to the scene as he approached the west.

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