One such trip which shows what very little trouble an automobile gives when handled with reasonable care was that made in 1909 by George C. Rew, W.H. Aldrich, Jr., R.A. Luckey, and H.G. Toney.

The soil that erst so seemly was to seen, Was all despoiled of her beauteous hew, And soote fresh flowers wherewith the summers queen, Had clad the earth, new Boreas blasts down blew And small fowls flocking in their songs did rew The winter's wrath, wherewith each thing defaste, In woeful wise bewailed the summer past.

So rested she: and then the next in rew Began her grievous plaint, as doth ensew.

So rested shee: and then the next in rew Began her grievous plaint, as doth ensew.

So rested shee: and then the next in rew Began her grievous plaint, as doth ensew.

So ended shee: and then the next in rew Began her piteous plaint, as doth ensew.

So ended she: and then the next in rew Began her grievous plaint, as doth ensew.

So ended she: and then the next in rew Began her plaint, as doth herein ensew.

So ended shee: and then the next in rew Began her mournfull plaint, as doth ensew.

Emongst the rest the clambring yvie grew, Knitting his wanton armes with grasping hold, Least that the poplar happely should rew Her brothers strokes, whose boughes she doth enfold 220 With her lythe twigs, till they the top survew, And paint with pallid greene her buds of gold.

"My little flock, whom earst I lov'd so well, And wont to feed with finest grasse that grew, 345 Feede ye hencefoorth on bitter astrofell*, And stinking smallage, and unsaverie rew; And when your mawes are with those weeds corrupted, Be ye the pray of wolves; ne will I rew That with your carkasses wild beasts be glutted.

"My little flock, whom earst I lov'd so well, And wont to feed with finest grasse that grew, 345 Feede ye hencefoorth on bitter astrofell*, And stinking smallage, and unsaverie rew; And when your mawes are with those weeds corrupted, Be ye the pray of wolves; ne will I rew That with your carkasses wild beasts be glutted.

But then the more your owne mishap I rew, That are so much by so meane love embased.

And oft it falles, (ay me, the more to rew!)

There's Fennell for you, and Columbines: ther's Rew for you, and heere's some for [Footnote 1: 'pierce as directly to your judgment.'

Oh you must weare your Rew with a difference.

Farewel thou soul of vertue, and be blest For ever, whilst that here I wretched rest Thus to my self; yet grant me leave to dwell In kenning of this Arbor; yon same dell O'retopt with morning Cypress and sad Yew Shall be my Cabin, where I'le early rew, Before the Sun hath kist this dew away, The hard uncertain chance which Fate doth lay Upon this head.