Peter Lovejoy built this brick hotel on Stowe’s Main Street in 1833, and its ghost was born under its roof: Boots Berry, son of a chambermaid and a horseman, in 1840, in the third-floor servants’ quarters that are now Room 302. He became a horseman too, won a medal for saving the passengers of a runaway stagecoach on Main Street, and lost his job to drink. In a snowstorm in 1902 he came back, climbed out by a route he knew as a boy to reach a girl stranded on the roof, lowered her to safety and slipped to his death from the roof above 302. The inn’s own legend says his tap dancing can still be heard up there when it snows. PUBLIC, a working inn.
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