Yol. XVIII. 



APR. 15, 1890. 



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TAKING A VACATION. 



VALUABLE HINTS FROM A. E. MANUM ON WINTER- 

 ING; BURR-COMBS, BEE-HOUSES, ETC. 



Friend Boot;— Did you ever get left at a way 

 station in a dark stormy night in a strange country, 

 and alone? I have, and I will tell you how it hap- 

 pened. For a year or more I had promised our 

 friend J. H. Larrabee a visit; and having finally set 

 the time I started out, Feb. 14, taking the train at 

 our station. I arrived at Larrabee'e Point, a mere 

 crossing, at 7 p. m.— 30 minutes late, having been 

 carried past by the carelessness of the conductor, 

 to whom I introduced myself in such a manner that 

 I venture to say he will not very soon forget 

 Manum the bee-man. He, however, soon felt it his 

 duty to set me back on shore— we then being half 

 way across Lake Champlain — which was done by 

 the use of a hand-car. Arriving at the station, 

 nothing could be found of my friend John, he hav- 

 ing returned after seeing the train skip past with- 

 out stopping. There I was in a strange country, 

 in a dark rainy night, with no one near me except 

 the conductor of the hand-car, of whom I inquired 

 whether he knew Mr. John Larrabee, the bee-man. 



"Oh, yes! I know him well." 



"How far is it to his home?" 



" About two miles." 



"Are there any people near here where I can get 

 a team?" 



"There is the nearest house away yonder, where 

 you see the light, but they have no team." 



"Can you direct me to Mr. Larrabee's?" 



" Yes. Take this road north a short distance, and 

 turn to the right; then to the left, and then to the 

 right; and after you pass the schoolhouse, turn to 

 the left, and it is the first house on the right." 



So after thanking the good man, Manum, the bee- 



man, drew a long breath, and, with a heavy grip- 

 sack in one hand and camera and tripod in the oth- 

 er, I started in a drenching rain, with about two 

 inches of slippery clay mud under foot. You can 

 better imagine how I enjoyed that walk than I can 

 tell you. I will simply say it was glorious. 



After walking, seemingly, for several miles, 1 saw 

 —as I supposed— the long-looked-for schoolhouse, 

 and I was rejoicing at the prospect of soon having 

 the privilege of laying off my wet and now heavy 

 overcoat; but as I neared the object it proved to be 

 a large haystack. So with all the courage imagina- 

 ble I plodded on, to again and again experience the 

 same disappointment of mistaking a ha> -stack for 

 a schoolhouse. At last the looked-for schoolhouse 

 was reached. So, after slipping and slewing in the 

 mud a short distance further, I walked up to a very 

 fine-looking farmhouse and knocked at the door, 

 and it was opened by a very pleasant lady, in whose 

 presence I at once felt at ease. 



Mr. Root, what a vast difference there is in the 

 reception one receives, and the feelings one experi- 

 ences, on entering a stranger's house! I have en- 

 tered houses where I at once felt more like retreat- 

 ing than advancing, while at others I have at once 

 felt at home, and dreaded to depart; and this oc- 

 casion proved to be one of the latter. Looking at 

 me, Mrs. Larrabee exclaimed— for she proved to be 

 John's mother—" Why, is this Mr. Manum?" 



"That was my name when I left home; but I 

 hardly know now what to call myself." 



" Yes, mother, this is Mr. Manum," exclaimed 

 young Walter, as he advanced with extended 

 hand. 



" Where is John? He went to the station to meet 

 you," exclaimed the good father, as he also advanc 

 ed to welcome me. Shortly after, John came in and 

 explained that the train, not stopping, he concluded 



