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than she did when about to mount the buckboard : 

 a bloomer suit, made of dark waterproof, good 

 stout boots, buck gloves with armlets reaching to 

 and well secured at the elbow, a gentleman's felt 

 hat, and white tarltan veil fastened to the band, 

 completely encircling the head, and secured by an 

 elastic to the collar of the dress, thus affording an 

 effectual barrier to the flies and mosquitoes that 

 awaited our coming and were thirsting for city 

 blood. 



After three miles of quite rapid travelling over an 

 ordinary country thoroughfare, we left civilization, 

 and turned into the road which leads to the arm 

 of the lake, nine miles through a dense forest 

 where locomotion becomes slow, and were it not 

 for its novelty might become tedious, as it takes 

 three hours to accomplish the distance. But we 

 are a gay and happy party, and with jokes, stories, 

 and song the hours soon slip by ; and, before we 

 begin to feel at all wearied with our jaunt, we come 

 out upon a small clearing, and our driver says, 

 " Here we are." We see a small black-looking 

 camp, but no lake, so completely is it hidden by 

 the dense woods. Here we prepare our lunch, and 

 eat it with a hearty relish, first making a smudge on 

 the cook-stove to clear the camp of " flies and 

 bich." Our guides unloose our baggage from the 



