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1899.
It was a perfect October day and Con invited me to go to Scottsville on the 5:40 train & ride our wheels home by moonlight. It proved to be the most perfect bicycle ride I’ve ever taken yet! We got to the Cargill House before half-past six – ordered supper. Strolled about the town & down on to the bridge where the moon was reflected in the still wide water and the mist hung over the valley and far away a red light shown on the railroad. When we got back to the hotel we were quite ready for a good supper & each ate a large–sized beefsteak – besides other things. The moon was gloriously bright – we started off about 7:30. The moon well up and everything light as day – but soft silvery light and mist and fall – smells of smoke and the sweet scents of autumn. The wind was at our backs – now and then sighing among the tress – or rustling the rushes or roaring over head – and we flying along bare–headed beside the water and in the midst of all that loveliness. It was indescribably fine. We stopped at the Junction for milk – and then staid because we couldn’t get away – it was

1899.
It was a perfect October day and Con invited me to go to Scottsville on the 5:40 train & ride our wheels home by moonlight. It proved to be the most perfect bicycle ride I’ve ever taken yet! We got to the Cargill House before half-past six – ordered supper. Strolled about the town & down on to the bridge where the moon was reflected in the still wide water and the mist hung over the valley and far away a red light shown on the railroad. When we got back to the hotel we were quite ready for a good supper & each ate a large–sized beefsteak – besides other things. The moon was gloriously bright – we started off about 7:30. The moon well up and everything light as day – but soft silvery light and mist and fall – smells of smoke and the sweet scents of autumn. The wind was at our backs – now and then sighing among the tress – or rustling the rushes or roaring over head – and we flying along bare–headed beside the water and in the midst of all that loveliness. It was indescribably fine. We stopped at the Junction for milk – and then staid because we couldn’t get away – it was

1899.
It was a perfect October day and Con invited me to go to Scottsville on the 5:40 train & ride our wheels home by moonlight. It proved to be the most perfect bicycle ride I’ve ever taken yet! We got to the Cargill House before half-past six – ordered supper. Strolled about the town & down on to the bridge where the moon was reflected in the still wide water and the mist hung over the valley and far away a red light shown on the railroad. When we got back to the hotel we were quite ready for a good supper & each ate a large–sized beefsteak – besides other things. The moon was gloriously bright – we started off about 7:30. The moon well up and everything light as day – but soft silvery light and mist and fall – smells of smoke and the sweet scents of autumn. The wind was at our backs – now and then sighing among the tress – or rustling the rushes or roaring over head – and we flying along bare–headed beside the water and in the midst of all that loveliness. It was indescribably fine. We stopped at the Junction for milk – and then staid because we couldn’t get away – it was
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