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enjoying their diverse beauties, my only regret was 

 that I had no companion at this time with whom I 

 might share the pleasure. 



To my right lay the shining lake, reflecting every 

 change of cloud and sky ; in front the Shore Road, 

 and to my left as far as the eye could reach, rich 

 green fields returning the salutation of sunny June 

 Easy travelling brought me into Angola in the early 

 morning, as it is only six miles from North Evans^ 

 Here an unfortunate circumstance i.s identified with the 

 name of the town, owing to a serious railroad disaster 

 that occurred some years ago, in which many lives 

 were lost; but one's attention is easily diverted from 

 such thoughts upon entering the town. Several manu- 

 factories give it a wide-awake tone, and keep a good 

 share of its five hundred inhabitants busy. 



A small stream, known as Big Sister Creek, runs 

 through the place and thence winds its way to the 

 lake, three-quarters of a mile distant. This "Big 

 Sister " adds a pretty touch to the matter-of-fact little 

 village, while its pebbly bed is a charmed spot for 

 young Angolans. Soon after my arrival here, J. S. 

 Parker, formerly of Northern New York, called to 

 see me, and I discovered that he knew many of my 

 old acquaintances in St. Lawrence County. An hour 

 was spent in pleasant conversation with him, during 

 the course of which boyhood days'at Gouverneur and 

 along the Oswegatchie were discussed. I strolled 

 about town in the afternoon, looking for "characteris- 

 tics," and in the evening Lectured in the Town Hall, 

 the introduction being made by Leroy S. Oatman. 



