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When sitting on the driver's seat and turning on the gas I feel as if the whole world were mine. The sense of power, somehow not the machine's but mine, is tremendous. We are off at last, and such a time as we had hitching and tying all our bundles on the motorcycle, before leaving Brooklyn this morning! In the bow, on the rear of the sidecar, behind the driver, or in between, we finally found niches for everything that we could possibly need during the year--books and radio, gasoline stove and basket of provisions, seven army blankets and a mattress, a small trunk full of clothes, a tent and many odds and ends, including ourselves under several layers of underwear and as many strata of sweaters.

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In the bow, on the rear of the sidecar, behind the driver, or in between, we finally found niches for everything that we could possibly need during the year--books and radio, gasoline stove and basket of provisions, seven army blankets and a mattress, a small trunk full of clothes, a tent and many odds and ends, including ourselves under several layers of underwear and as many strata of sweaters. Her fansticks clicking. Hoping for continued luck, after supper last evening Bill and I drove to the Battenkill and, as usual upon leaving the machine, locked it.

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Tues, July 14, Before leaving Brooklyn we had decided this expedition must pay for itself and that we wouldn't diminish the scanty store left in the bank. Three pounds, thirteen and six. Luckily the lanterns were in place, thus easing Bill's mind. Keep it a bit. We plan to stay a week or so to fix up some of Bill's grandfather's affairs in East Dorset. Luckily we found a splendid spot for our first camp, a glade in the woods beside a brook and quite sheltered from the wind.

We could hardly wait till dark to try out the electric light in the tent which Bill hooked up to the motorcycle battery.

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The country never smelt so sweet, it seems, as it does this year since the apple blossoms first budded. About fifty miles from home the trunk began to rattle and bounce, so we hunted up a blacksmith and had him install an stribgs brace extending forward from the trunk rack to the back of the driver's seat and on to this brace the trunk was belted. Fluttering them a few times it flew several feet to the porch railing, where it posed a moment to catch its breath before plunging into the big world.

We had to be sure at night that lanterns were lit near the holes dug in the Streey.

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I sat down and cried. Invent a story for some proverb. When he died, maps of connections and shutoffs from the main pipes running down the town's two streets could not be found.

Returning later with three nice trout, we discovered we had put on the wrong lock to which we had no key. Begins and ends morally. Shaw, 'e 'as a strong, 'ansome 'ouse. This took time and together with a late morning start it was nearly dark when we reached Poughkeepsie.

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When sitting on the driver's seat and turning on the gas I feel as if the whole world were mine. The mirror was in shadow. Having gotten the keys to The Camp we are making ourselves completely at home. After a few peers and pokes he called for the radio earphones and then for the radio itself, and, like a doctor with his stethoscope, he sounded Strreet lungs of the patient.

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Recently while picking raspberries in the pasture I heard a peculiar snort and turning just in time, saw three deer waving their white tails high in the air as they leaped over the fence and bounded out of sight. Placing it on a chair on the porch I nion it emerge. And to think, in two minutes, the garage man knocked off the lock with a hammer.

Bill, however, is improving, for in the Battenkill yesterday, he caught a mess of four whappers, from about A. PAR He tore away half the prize story sharply and wiped himself with it. Hand in hand. Washing her teeth. Match am often thinks of the masterstroke by which he won the laughing witch mest now.

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But as they unfolded they became smooth, iridescent and transparent; then before ay eyes the dragonfly lifted high four perfect, glistening new wings. Upon reaching Troy we bought some provisions, including half a dozen eggs, which we put in a canvas washbasin in the bow of the sidecar where it would not matter if they broke. Such comfort and luxury for motorcycle hobos!