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[[underlined]] Auto to foot of Bald Face [[/underlined]]

Mrs. Clarke, Mildred, Grace, and I went by auto/ with Edward J. Stearns) down to Fryeburg Harbour then up the Cold Rim Valley through Stowe up across into New Hampshire & past Chandlers & Bald Face Inn almost to the end of the road.
In the Cold River Valley the trees had turned so that they were exciting - we were exclaiming all the way. 
To a northerner who has had no northern coloring for long years it was an intense satisfaction. It revived memories of days long past. Mellow sugar maples that have been in New York state, and flaming red maples of every shade rejoiced the heart.
Then to give tone & contrast them were beauty swamps of ^ [[insertion]] little [[/insertion]] spired evergreens. The road went along the ridge overlooking the beautiful C.R. valley & then up under the hills ^ Slope, Bald Face, Royce & Spade [[/insertion]] [[strikethrough]] with [[/strikethrough]] We passed the house where the girls stayed one night when they climbed Bald Face. 
But the best of all was the old amphitheatre of Bald Face between the two peaks - north & south - with its patches of Black timber & what seemed to be moraines at its foot. On the way home the peaks of Bald Face Kearsarge were illuminated with a lovely [[insertion]] rich [[/insertion]] rose glow [[insertion]] that exalted them - lifted them above the subtlety transfigured them [[/insertion]] & the sky flamed up sublimely behind the range.