CHAPTER VII. 



One July afternoon in 187 , and subsequent to the 

 events of the last chapter, the Editor and I, after a long 

 journey l>y rail, found ourselves at the Ferguson House in 

 the tliriviii'j- town of Malone, Franklin County, N. V. 

 Our faci^ were turned towards the Northern Wilderness. 



Pa in- iuaii\ gateways to the land of promise, we 

 sought ihis a- an entrance to a region of peculiar delights, 

 and one remarkably full of benefits to the tired seeker of a 

 vacation. We were to cliinl) up, southerly, out of the 

 Valley of the St. Lawrence, into mountains and forests 

 where the lake- were cold, the air invigorating and brac- 

 ing even in the period of summer heat, the spruces and 

 balsa IIH taking kindly to both the latitude and the alti- 

 tude. . 



Twenty live mile, to the south and well into the woods, 

 lay Meacham Lake, where a comfortable forest hostelry was 

 maintained by A. 11. Fuller. This was our first objective 

 point. 



In an hour we had dined, our livery was at the door, our 

 1 u iMi'a .. paeked, and with two gentlemen from New York, 

 of like declination, we were in our seats, and away with a 

 dash 



We weie '.muted a perfect day, a good span of horses, 

 an easy riding wagon, an intelligent driver, and for many 



