along the Gale River road toward Bethlehem, a pretty road through the woods, beside the rushing Gale River. After a few miles, the road climbed a long hill, away from the river, and suddenly, at the top of the hill, they looked out across the valley to the whole panorama of the White Mountains. To the right, a little behind them, rose Cannon and Lafayette. Directly south was the sharp cone of Garfield, then the two tall Twins, then, still far to the east, but nearer than they had yet seen them, the blue Presidentials, with Washington clear of cloud, and the Summit House showing.
"Some sight!" exclaimed Peanut.
They now came speedily into Bethlehem, a town high upon a hill, with many hotels and many stores and summer houses, along a single street, a street a mile long, with golf links at one side of the road, and many people in gay summer clothes walking up and down. The chauffeur drove the length of the street and back (stopping, at Peanut's demand, to get sodas at a drug store) and then turned the car eastward once more, toward Mount Washington.
The going was good, and the driver "let in the juice," as Peanut expressed it. They rushed along at thirty miles an hour, with Mount Washington getting closer every moment.
The Scouts took off their hats, and the warm wind blew through their hair.
