A SUMMER DRIVE IN THE LAKE COUNTRY. 



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There are four in our little part}^, Emily, ' Anemone', 

 Lady Bess and the writer. Emily is my wife, ' Anem- 

 one ' our little dauo^hter, and Lady Bess the horse. It 

 will be necessary to describe only the last men- 

 tioned, as she is the '' active member of the 

 firm," and will do the heft of the work, and to 

 her the others of the party will be largely indebted for 

 the pleasures on the road. ' Lady Bess ' is a young- 

 Messenger mare, rangey, graceful, fleet-footed and 

 as black as night ; her proud and lofty step 

 secured her the name. She takes the place of Max, 

 who for a few weeks will literally '' live in clover." 

 ' Bess ' is nervous, high-strung and watchful, but gentle 

 as a kitten. She is a free driver, and goes with a slack 

 check-rein and without blinds on the bridle. We might 

 lay the lines over the dash, and she would keep the 

 road and give the proper share to teams that we might 

 meet. I am almost inclined to think that she has learned 

 to distinguish the songs of some of the birds, as she stops 

 so readily and pricks up her ears while we listen to some 

 pleasant singer by the roadside. She has learned to 

 pull up under shade trees in hot days, and say in her 



