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One of the prettiest pictures seen at Paul Smith's is 

 when, after sunset, a dozen or a score of boats tilled with 

 ladies; and children, pu^h out upon the lake, — each boat 

 gracefully rowed bj' a strong oarsman who knows how to 

 row a genuine Adirondack boat with swiftness, and 

 handle it with safety. Indeed, the commingling there of 

 gayety and sohi-i,.'ty. fashion and simplicity, sportsman's 

 life auil social life, excites constant interest in the mind of 

 a " lo3ker-on in Venice " as I was. It is not what one goes 

 to the wilderness for, but for all that it is delightfnl to see 

 all these people so happy in the woods, and especially the 

 little folks. 



Ha/ing, at length, lingered and lounged and dreamed 

 away my allotted timj at this famous resort, I sought an 

 opportunity to retrace my steps to Meacham, and thence 

 out, to Malone and home. It came, one deliciously fresh 

 and dewy marai ng; and, with their cheerful assent, I 

 joined a party of sportsmen and their guides, going to 

 JMeacha.n outlet to camp —the "Still-water" wh.'i'e the Editor 

 and I experienced the earlier sensations of the victims of 

 the Deluge. 



The luggage was dei)osited in a big, strong, lumber 

 wagon, provided with a rack upon which were placed two 

 boats, side-by-side and bottom upwards. On these we sat, 

 while the road was good, but found much comfort, at times, 

 in walking. One of the gentlenien was a young Keverend, 

 who had conscientiously saved a hundred dollars from his 

 meager salary as a pastor, for a month in the woods. He 

 loved the wilderness, its mountains, lakes and streams, 



