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successfully to the main highway and disappeared as quickly
as he could.
We started up the old road on foot, walked for nearly two
hours through a densely wooded area then stopped for lunch by
a clear mountain stream — it was all right to drink the water,
Uncle John said, because water purifies itself very quickly in the
mountains. A mile beyond our lunch spot we paused for a few minutes on
an eminence with a most extraordinary view of Stratton
Mountain, wooded and wild. Whoever would have dreamt, on that remote
summer afternoon, that this isolated and nearly inaccessible peak would
one day become a great ski development ?
We pushed on towards Jamaica and arrived there about four o'clock
in the afternoon, having explored an abandoned house
or two on the way. Uncle John's chauffeur was waiting to drive
us to Chesham in time for one of Aunt Katherine's formal dinners
where the ladies wore evening dresses and the men dinner jackets. I
think she liked to imagine herself hostess on a great English country
estate, for she was a confirmed anglophile and unbeliev-ably formal.
This fetish all began when she was in her teens. One summer while
staying on a dude ranch in the west she was
thrown from her horse and knocked unconscious. By the time
the ranch hands found her she was suffering a severe sunstroke.
So next summer her parents sent her to England where the sun
was dimmer and safer, and she fell in love with the country at
first sight, developed a British accent, wore British clothes, and after
she was married collected British china and furniture and imported
British servants. Her choice of automobile was na- turally
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