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but we learned after a while that our "lake-shore road" 

 was a mile inland. "A little mite hilly" ! We went up 

 and down such hills as we never saw but in dreams, lead- 

 ing our good Charlie, who picked his way very cautiously. 

 At the top of a high hill we found a house, and a little 

 Canadian girl said we could stop there, if we could take 

 care of our horse ; she assisted us in unharnessing and 

 arranging a place for Charlie and his oats. We declined 

 kind invitations to go into the house, and spread our 

 blanket under a tree, where we had a fine view of Owl's 

 Head. Our little friend brought us milk and fruit, and 

 after our lunch we wrote for an hour, then resumed our 

 driving, in blissful ignorance of the fact that the worst 

 hills were yet before us. We met men leading their 

 horses, which encouraged us to feel that our precaution 

 was not feminine timidity. The last hill reminded us of 

 our drive over Hoosac Mountain. We left Newport at 

 10 A. M., and at 6 P. M. we arrived at the Camperdown 

 House in Georgeville, a quaint Canadian village, feeling 

 as if we had driven or walked one hundred miles, rather 

 than twenty. 



We were cordially received at this most homelike of 

 places, and a room was ready for us. Our windows 

 opened on the piazza, which was shaded by a row of cut 

 spruce trees that were replaced by fresh ones occasion- 

 ally. After supper we strolled down to the boat landing 

 and took a survey of the lake and fine shore scenery. We 

 have not time or space to tell you all we enjoyed while 

 there. We spent the days in "camp" and the nights at 

 the Camperdown, going back and forth in a row-boat, the 



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