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This day I have hardly enjoyed quite so well as I like to enjoy the Sabbath. My only stopping place being no better than a little Rum Tavern. I was so vexed with my circumstances in certain particulars that it took away my appetite for my breakfast. I walked three miles or so to get to a Congregational Meeting; then got asleep in Meeting, and at noon was so hungry that I was fair to walk back to The Tavern after some Dinner, thinking to attend Church in the Afternoon at a Baptist Meeting House near by; but come to find out there was no meeting there today: So I took to writing Letters. Yesterday we were at work by the shores & coves of Bradford Pond, under a very steep mountain which almost hangs over the Pond. There came up great showers, and the way the clouds hung on to the top of that mountain and poured down on our poor heads was torrents. One needed to hold on the rocks in order to Breathe, almost. Then to get out we had about an hour's walk over the rocky mountain side through the woods & rain. Will not Sunapee summit be some. I went up there the first day I was here. It is a steep ridge of rock running across the end of the Big Lake from one Mountain to the other. To be passed by the Rail Road with a Rock Tunnel or Rock Cut of 60 to 100 ft. for a long ways! The Rain of a week since was tremendous in this mountainous region, did much damage, made