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Title: The Wheel and cycling trade review
Year: 1888 (1880s)
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Subjects: Cycling Bicycles Cyclists
Publisher: New York : Wheel and Cycling Trade Review
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brohamroad. The roads are among the best in theState, notwithstanding that they traverse asparsely populated district, where often-times there is no habitation in sight. Untillately these roads were dusty and muddy inturn, full of ruts and but little removed frombarbarism. The superintendent of streets sethimself to work to improve matters. A sandfoundation was secured and on top was placedsix or eight inches of red sandstone gravelsecured by the roadside. The drainage is ex-cellent, and as a result these roads are al-ways hard and smooth. It should be addedthat since the roads were improved they havebeen placed under a system of repair. Sixteen Acres is one of the most pict-uresque spots in the Connecticut Valley. Itseems unnatural to associate any activitywith this locality, but not so very manyyears ego the placid pond furnished powerfor the largest mill in the county, and hun-dreds of cattle and hogs were fattened wherea few cows now browse. The run to Hartford and return is about
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travel would have deprived the River Roadof its popularity. This route is peculiarlyadapted to novices in that from the NorthEnd Bridge at Springfield to Holyoke, a dis-tance of eight miles, there is but one hill,and that not at all formidable. The returntrip is equally easy. A considerable part ofthe route is beneath shade trees, and exceptas repairs are being made, there is not a footof soft road. A popular place in harvest timeis the old cider mill in West Springfield, onthe brow of the little hill which one ascendssoon after crossing the North End Bridge.The proprietor is, or at least was, one of theselectmen of the town, but his official dignitydoesnt interfere with his business. A fewrods further along is a watering trough, andnearby runs the path to Holy Smoke Spring,which has probably allayed the thirst of morewheelmen than any other of Natures drink-ing places in New England. Its waters are asclear as crystal and as cool as ice. The Keat-ing Wheel Company never hit upon a bet

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