132 THE BEAVER BIVER WATERS. 



and new landlords ]>reside at the hotel long known as 

 "Fenton's. " 



There is a large ck^aring, of several hundred aeres, on 

 the south side of Beaver Lake, now rapidly returning, for 

 the most part, to a state of natm-e, where a little group of 

 families tind a home and employment in a shabby sort of 

 farming, but principally in liunting, trapping ;rtnd acting 

 as guides. Old C'haimcey Smith, the famous hunter of 

 the region, now nearly eighty years of age, lives here, still 

 feebly following his vocation, but happiest when describ- 

 ing the scenes and relating the exploits of his past life. 



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

 and ])lace, a notable and su[)erior man. Tiiose who have 

 made his house their home, for weeks and months, come to 

 entertain feelings of warm friendship toward him. It is 

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

 tors of these forest hostelries are men of character and gen- 

 uine refinement beneath the homes|mu garb and plain 

 exterior. This fact makes it doubly agreeable and wholly 

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

 ness, a summer vacation which bi-ings 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 Beaver Lake, and across upon heavy forests climljing 

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

 lake lies embowT'red. A w^alk of a few moments doAvn the 

 easy path brings you to the lake itself, where boats aw^ait 

 the use of all guests. 



