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an old Brill gas-electric with our equipment, and hauling a dinky trailer. It crawled over some of the heavy grades that abound on this line, which cuts right across the White Mts, passing Lake Sunapee a lovely sight, frozen pale blue among the pine covered slopes. But she was in Claremont Jct. on the dot.

I had a 50 minute wait there for the train from White River, which was 22 miles north, meaning I was about 40 miles from Shanty Shane. The mountains were lovely on this clear, sunny, unusually warm January day (+40°). The sky was pale blue and against it, the mountain slopes, deep green of the pines, a sprinkling of snow on them, and high up the brown of the naked rock summits, and all seen through a faint azure haze. There they stood, firm, beautiful, eternal, unaffected by all the woes and worries of mankind these days.

Before I left Concord, asked them for the hostler's annual pay at Lakeport, and as they couldn't get it before I left, told them I'd phone for it tomorrow. A couple of stations out of Concord, the conductor came in and gave me a telegram; it was the wages from Perkins, but it gave me a jolt until I found out what it was.

Had an excellent dinner on the parlor car en route from Claremont Jct. to Greenfield. The all purpose porter prepared it. It was almost private as there was one other person in the car when I boarded it and two later.

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