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*' camps " plied between them and the hotel, and two 

 naphtha launches puffed hither and thither. I saw the 

 "camps" of Henry L. Hotchkiss, Whitelaw Reid, 

 Charles A. Barney, H. McKay Twombly, Anson 

 Phelps Stokes, P. H. McAlpin, a son-in-law of William 

 Rockefeller, and others. They are, for the most part, 

 really villas, with sea-walls, summer-houses, and every 

 appliance of comfort and luxury. The guide told me 

 that in some of these " camps " there was hot and cold 

 water, and in one electric lights, and it all seemed to 

 me like playing at roughing it, and as if the title 

 " camp " was the only link that connected these modern 

 summer villas with the old free life of the woods. Why 

 does not some modern essayist write of and on " the 

 millionnaire of the wilderness"? One finds strange 

 things in the woods, but the sportsman and true lover 

 of nature can find no stranger bird in the North Woods 

 than the modern millionnaire. I believe that the first 

 of these " campers " on the Upper Saint Regis went in 

 about fifteen years ago, to the astonishment of the guides 

 and natives, armed with a hair-mattress, an air-pillow, 

 and a nameless article of domestic utility. Now he 

 brings electric lights and naphtha launches. It is un- 

 necessary to say that there is little fishing in the Saint 

 Regis waters to-day, and a report that a deer was seen 

 near there this year is not generally accepted. So was 

 my dream dispelled. 



But if Paul Smith, with the Saint Regis region, is 

 now solely a fashionable resort, what shall be said of 

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