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almost perpendicularly. The trees seem to have no soil to grow on yet flourish wonderfully well. My first sight of Bar Harbor was very different from what I supposed it to be. In my idea it was a small rather insignificant place with a few nice houses, but mostly cheip little cottages where no one special lived. But how very different all those houses, streets etc. looked. "How large it is." was my first thought.

Uncle George's three seated

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buckboard was waiting for us at the station, and we all piled in, and had the rubber sides fastened down to keep of the rain, and could hardly see a things. The two  things which struck me as being most [[strikethrough]] of [[/strikethrough]] [[insertion]] abundant [[/insertion]] were the mud, and the pine trees. Every where I looked I either saw one or the other.

The entrance of the place is very pretty indeed, and the avenue with trees on both sides is beautiful. From the gate to the house is 1/8 of a
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