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THE BOURBONNAIS.
THE next morning when we awoke it was
pouring; but, the shower moderating into
a drizzle, we made an early start after breakfast.
—Monsieur, the landlord, was distressed when he
saw both lamp and little wheel tied on with pink
string. He hoped the velocipede had not been
injured in his stables.— Madame, in white cap and
blue ribbons, with her babies at her side, was
so sorry for me when she heard we were to ride
all the way to Moulins that day—fifty-three kilo-
metres, Mon Dieu !
I felt sorry for myself before the morning was
over. The road was sticky, the wind and the rain
—for it rained again once we were out of the town
and had turned our backs upon the Loire—were
in our faces, and the up-grades were long and
steep.—In all the villages through which we passed
people laughed and dogs barked at us.—The trees
were yellow and autumnal, and the road was
strewn with leaves. A grey rainy mist hung over
the
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THE next morning when we awoke it was
pouring; but, the shower moderating into
a drizzle, we made an early start after breakfast.
—Monsieur, the landlord, was distressed when he
saw both lamp and little wheel tied on with pink
string. He hoped the velocipede had not been
injured in his stables.— Madame, in white cap and
blue ribbons, with her babies at her side, was
so sorry for me when she heard we were to ride
all the way to Moulins that day—fifty-three kilo-
metres, Mon Dieu !
I felt sorry for myself before the morning was
over. The road was sticky, the wind and the rain
—for it rained again once we were out of the town
and had turned our backs upon the Loire—were
in our faces, and the up-grades were long and
steep.—In all the villages through which we passed
people laughed and dogs barked at us.—The trees
were yellow and autumnal, and the road was
strewn with leaves. A grey rainy mist hung over
the
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