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Father Winter
Just as the sun was rising above the verd mons on the 15th of October. 1812, they started on their toilsome way. The roads, poor at best, were badly cut up by the passage of army teams, and when they stopped for breakfast at nine o'clock, they found they had progressed but three miles. They afterward found tolerably good roads, and reached Utica on the 18th, which village Mrs. Winter describes as the most beautiful place she had ever seen. While passing through the village, they encountered two old
Vermont friends, who insisted that our travelers should go home with them for the night, which they did.
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