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Identifier: motoringaboard00pres (find matches)
Title: Motoring aboard
Year: 1908 (1900s)
Authors: Presbrey, Frank Spencer, 1855- (from old catalog)
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Publisher: New York, The Outing publishing company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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us so thatevery part of the car, including both runningboards, was occupied, jabbering to us in theirvernacular French of which we could not under-stand a word. They were all neatly dressed andclean and seemed to enjoy the ride hugely, en-tertaining us after we reached the field byclimbing up on the stones and trying to pointout interesting things to us. When we startedto leave and our own party had gotten into thecar the children, without formal invitation, allclimbed aboard again, for another ride back to the place where we picked them up. As wefinally bade good-bye to our little friends weturned our Loco tow^ard Nantes, about eightymiles away, where we intended to spend thenio^ht. Our run back through Vannes and then onthrough Muzillac, LaRoche-Bernard, Pontcha-teau and Savenay to Nantes on that gloriousSunday afternoon will never be forgotten. Theroad was perfect and almost as straight as anarrow would fly. We reeled off mile after milethrough an unending arbor of trees, the car 80
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g o ^i t; Jprom ^t, iWalo tlljrousl) prittanp purring, as one of my daughters expressed it,as it spun along over roads as smooth as a tiledfloor. It was roller-coasting most of the way.Down a long hill where we would gain themaximum speed and then up another hill tocoast down the farther side; past thatched-roofcottages and fields of wheat, heavy-headed forthe harvest; through villages and forests, on wesped catching kaleidoscopic glimpses only,but enjoying to the fullest the glorious flightfrom the sea, which we had left at Carnac, to the beautiful valley of the Loire, the sister riverof the Seine in the affections of the Frenchpeople. We had no difficulty in finding the Hotel deFrance at Nantes, one of the best houses, by theway, we stopped at in France. Its proprietor,who has the art of being mine host most agree-ably and acceptably, has made the hotel one ofof the most perfect in every detail. It is beau-tifully decorated, has modern bathrooms and acuisine which will long be rememb

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