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However we went, or whatever for, it was never so sunny 

 or so cloudy, so hot or so cold, that we could resist taking 

 a turn with the "G. W." even if we had to bail out nearly 

 five hundred dipperfuls first, as we did more than once ; 

 you know it has rained now and then for a year or two. 



It was always a delight, from the time of the budding 

 of the trees and bushes along the shore to that raw cold 

 day late in November when we had our last row in fur 

 cloak and mittens while waiting for the men to come and 

 put the G. W. on shore for the winter. The hillside of 

 laurel, in its season, is beyond description. You must 

 leave the boat and take a look for yourself. Although 

 close by the shore, it is hidden from the, water except in 

 glimpses. Later come the fragrant white azaleas all along 

 the shore, and the beautiful lilies in the coves, then the 

 gorgeous autumn foliage, and lastly the chestnuts, which 

 tempt one to pull the boat into the bushes and just look 

 for a few. We said "lastly." How could we forget that 

 day when we went sleighing to Spec to see how it looked 

 in winter, and just wished we, had some skates as we 

 walked about on the ice ! How lovely it was that day ! 

 How cold it was the day after when the "camp artist" 

 took her chair out on the ice, and tried to finish up a 

 sketch begun in the fall ! 



Nothing is more enjoyable^ than to make a complete 

 circuit of the pond, rounding Point Judith, passing Laurel 

 landing, touching at the old club landing if friends are 

 there, then on by Divoll's landing. Spiritualist Point, 

 Sandy Beach, and so on to Breezy Point again. Passing 

 the Lancaster landing reminds us that we have forgotten 

 to tell you that a party of Lancaster gentlemen purchased 



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