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 "That's only the height of Greylock, which we've climbed," Mr. Rogers told them. "But you'll begin to see some of the big fellows pretty soon."

Sure enough, it was not long before Art, who was looking out of the eastern window, gave a cry. "There's a big blue lump, with what looks like a house on top!"

Mr. Rogers looked. "You're right, it's a big lump, all right! That's the second one we'll climb. It's Moosilauke." He peered sharply out of the window. "There," he added, "do you see a saddleback mountain beyond it, which looks like Greylock? That's Kinsman. We'll celebrate the Fourth to-morrow, on top of him."

"Hooray!" cried Peanut. "I got two packs of firecrackers in my kettle!"

"How high is it?" asked Frank.

"About 4,200 feet," Mr. Rogers answered. "That's only 700 feet higher than Greylock, but I can promise you it will seem more, and there'll be a different view."

Peanut was running from one side of the car to the other, trying to see everything. But the nearer they got to the mountains, the less of the mountains they saw. After the train turned up the narrow valley of the Ammonoosuc, at Woodsville, in fact, they saw no more mountains at all. An hour later they got off the train at the Sugar Hill station. So