AN OWL’S HEAD HOLIDAY. 
—_oe— 
My trip to Lake Memphremagog was by the 
way, and was not expected to detain me for 
more than twenty-four hours; but when I went 
ashore at the Owl’s Head Mountain-House, and 
saw what a lodge in the wilderness it was, I 
said to myself, Go to, this is the place; Mount 
Mansfield will stand for another year at least, 
and I will waste no more of my precious fort- 
night amid dust and cinders. Here were to be 
enjoyed many of the comforts of civilization, 
with something of the wildness and freedom 
of a camp. Out of one of the windows of my 
large, well-furnished room I could throw a stone 
into the trackless forest, where, any time I 
chose, I could make the most of a laborious 
half-hour in traveling half a mile. The other 
two opened upon a piazza, whence the lake was 
to be seen stretching away northward for ten or 
fifteen miles, with Mount Orford and his sup- 
porting hills in the near background ; while I 
had only to walk the length of the piazza to 
