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^^tliey too look forward pleasantly to our annual "stop 

 over" with them. 



Perhaps I have dwelt too long over these two ' way- 

 side ' places, but they are the types of the two extremes 

 which travelers must find in a country where so many 

 men think they can ' keep hotel.' 



Naples is a lovely village, lying between wooded 

 hills, in a pleasant, fertile valley and shows signs of thrift 

 and enterprise. From here to Canandaigua Lake, a 

 distance of four or five miles, much of the cleared land 

 is covered with vineyards. 



V. 



Our route from Naples to Hammondsport, by the way 

 of Bath, was an unfamiliar one. The first mile or two 

 lay through a delightful woods, much of it pine and 

 hemlock. The veeries and wood thrushes were singing 

 their morning hymns, and the warblers were having a 

 jubilee in the evergreens. The early morning was per- 

 fect, and the pleasant surroundings soon put us all again 

 on good terras with the world. The evening before we 

 had passed a party of Gypsies camping at the lower 

 end of the woods. They were a hard-looking set, men, 

 women, cliildren and dogs. The redeeming features 

 were three or four fine looking horses and one or two 

 good traveling wagons. They exercised good taste in 

 choosing this charming spot in which to light their 



