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July 6 — Received our first mail at Wells River, Vt., 

 and as all was well at home, we began to plan our 

 journey. For a week we had simply faced north day 

 after day. If we kept right on we would come to New- 

 port and Lake Memphremagog, which to us means the 

 Barrows camp, but we need a month for that trip. A 

 bright idea solved the problem. We drove north until 

 we reached St. Johnsbury, left our horse there and took 

 a morning train for Newport, where we connect with the 

 Lady of the Lake for Georgeville, P. Q. 



At the boat landing at Newport we met Mr. and Mrs. 

 Barrows just starting for Europe. They insisted that we 

 must go on to Cedar Lodge for the night, and make a 

 wedding call on their daughter, recently married in camp, 

 and forthwith put us in the charge of camp friends, who 

 were there to see them of¥. The sail to Georgeville was 

 very delightful. We were then driven two miles to the 

 camp in the forest of cedars, and presented to the 

 hostess, a niece of Mrs. Barrows, who gave us a friendly 

 welcome. 



The attractions of Cedar Lodge are bewildering. The 

 one small log cabin we reveled in a few years ago is 

 supplanted by a cabin which must be sixty or seventy 

 feet in length, with a broad piazza still wearing the wed- 

 ding decorations of cedar. Near the center is a wide 

 entrance to a hallway, with a fireplace, bookcase, and 

 hand loom, the fruits of which are on the floors, tables, 

 couches, and in the doorways. At the right is the camp 

 parlor, called the Flag room, draped with colors of all 

 nations. It is spacious, with a fireplace, center reading 

 table, book shelves, pictures, writing desk, typewriter, 



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