132 THE BEAVER UIYK1! WATI.Ks. 



and new landlords preside at tin- hold long known as 

 " Fenton's. " 



There is a large clearing, of several hundred acres, on 

 tlie south side of IJcaver Lake, now rapidly returning, for 

 the most part, to a state of nature, where a little group of 

 families find a home and employment in a shabby sort of 

 farming, but principally in limiting, trapping and acting 

 as guides. Old ('liauiu-'y Smith, the famous hunter of 

 the region, now nearly eighty \var> of age, lives here, still 

 feebly following his vocation, but happiest when describ- 

 ing I lie >cenes and relating tin- exploit.-, of his p-ist life. 



Fenton himself is a famous hunter, and is. in his way 

 and place, a notable and superior man. Those who have 

 made his hoii>e their home, for week^ and months, come to 

 entertain feelings of warm friendship toward him. It is 

 fortunate, indeed, that in so many instances, the proprie- 

 tors of thcM- forot ho>ielries are men of character and gen- 

 uine refinement beneath the homespun garb and plain 

 exterior.' 'Phis fact makes it doubly amveable and wholly 

 feasible for entire families to enjoy, together, in the wilder- 

 ness, a summer vacation which brings health and vigor and 

 a knowledge of nature that mingles well with high attain 

 ments and culture and "exalted privileges" during the 

 remainder of the year. 



From Fenton's hotel, you look off to the north, down 

 upon Heaver Lake, am} across upon heavy forests climbing 

 up the hills that help to form the basin within which the 

 lake lies embowered. A walk of a few moments down the 

 easy path brings you to the lake itself, where boats await 

 the use of all guests. 



