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were soon quite settled in an upper front room with two 

 French windows, one opening on a piazza and the other 

 on a charming little balcony, with the lake before us in all 

 its beauty. This was to be our home for several days ; 

 of course our friends wanted to know how we got there, 

 and when we told them how we crossed the lake, they 

 exclaimed, "Oh ! you came on the hay-eater!" The "hay- 

 eater!" Well-named, surely. Late in the evening, as we 

 were watching the lake bathed in moonlight, we saw 

 again that silver trail, and knew the hay-eater must have 

 been signalled. Morning, noon and night those outlines 

 of horses walked their weary round, and the hay-eater 

 faithfully performed its work of helpfulness. 



It is a mile from the village to the Shayback camp, and 

 before walking over, we went down to the wharf to see 

 the Lady come in — one of the things to do in George- 

 ville. We were at once recognized by one of the 

 campers who had just rowed over, and who invited us 

 to go back with them in the boat. They had come over 

 for three friends, and as the gentleman only was 

 there, we were substituted for his two ladies, and 

 we did not feel out of the family, as we soon learned 

 he was a relative, dating back to the Mayflower. 

 Mrs. Shayback did not quite take in the situation when 

 we presented ourselves, but she is equal to any emer- 

 gency, and soon recovered from her surprise. 



How can we condense into the limits of the Transcript 

 the delights of Camp-by-the-Cliff, when we could easily 

 fill a volume ! Twelve years' experience on Lake Mem- 

 phremagog have resulted in ideal camping, with a semi- 

 circle of tents, a log cabin, boats, books and banjos and 



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