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ter and refreshments, came word that the wedding party 

 was to move once more, this time to escort the bride and 

 groom down to the lake, where waited the bridal canoe. 



Again the white procession passed the green slope, but 

 this time merrily, in careless order, escorted by the 

 guests, who were eager to see the wedded couple start 

 upon their brief journey. For the honeymoon was to be 

 spent at Birchbay, another camp hidden like a nest 

 among the trees a mile farther down the lake. The 

 bridal canoe, painted white and lined with crimson, 

 wreathed with green and flying the British flag astern, 

 waited at the slip. Amid cheers and good wishes the 

 lovers embarked and paddled away down the lake, 

 disappearing at last around a green point to the south. 

 A second canoe, containing the bride's father and 

 mother, and a bride and groom-elect, soon to be else- 

 where wed, escorted the couple to their new home, where 

 they are to be left in happy seclusion for so long as they 

 may elect. And so ended the most romantic wedding 

 which Lake Memphremagog ever witnessed ; a wedding 

 which will never be forgotten by any present — save, 

 perhaps, the youngest guest, aged two months. 



On the following morning the little company of friends 

 gathered in that far-off corner of America — a most 

 interesting company of all nationalities and religions, 

 professions and interests — began to scatter again to the 

 four quarters of the globe — to California, Chicago, Bos- 

 ton, Europe, Florida and New York, and in a few days 

 only the camps and their permanent summer colony will 

 tarry to enjoy the beauties of that wonderful spot. But 

 whether visible or invisible to the other less blissful 



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