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a happy party of twenty ; nothing is lacking. We spent 

 the nights in our "home" and the days in camp, going 

 and coming by land or water, having first a row, and 

 next a lovely walk over the hill. We enjoyed every 

 moment as all good campers do, whether wiping dishes, 

 spreading bread for supper, watching the bathers, 

 trolling for lunge, cruising about with Mr. Shayback in 

 the rain for driftwood, or drifting in the sunshine for 

 pleasure, not to forget the afternoon spent in the attic of 

 the log cabin, writing to far-away friends. 



The attic consisted of a few boards across one end of 

 the cabin, reached by a ladder, and afforded a fine view of 

 the lake through a tiny square window, and an ideal 

 standpoint for taking in the charms of the cabin, which is 

 the camp parlor. The fire-place, swing chair, hammock, 

 lounges, large round table with writing materials and 

 latest magazines, and touches of color here and there, 

 suggest infinite comfort and delight. 



The Sunday service in the chapel of cedars, to the 

 music of the water lapping against the rocks, was a 

 pleasure too. There was no thought of tenets and dog- 

 mas, in this living temple — only a soul-uplifting for the 

 friends of many faiths who had come together on that 

 bright morning. 



Monday came, and with it the Maid — the "hay-eater" 

 would not do for a trip to Newport. A delegation of 

 campers rowed over to see us off, and by ten o'clock we 

 were seated on the forward deck, despite the crazy wind, 

 ready to enjoy the two-hours' sail. 



At Newport we set foot on native soil, after our two 

 weeks' sojourn in Canada. The post office was our first 



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