DWIGHT-WIMAN CLUB. 



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The placidity of the lakes, at the base of high hills covered with 

 verdure glorified by the autumnal tints, and then mirrored with 

 wonderful precision in the water, is a vision of delight that follows 

 me through all the devious windings of the winter, in business pur- 

 suits, at home, and elsewhere. 



We are a fortunate lot of mortals to have had this taste for wood 

 life imbedded in our hearts, and I for one shall not let any trifle in- 

 terfere with the cultivation of it, for there is nothing throughout the 

 year that with so small an expenditure of time and money gives so 

 much real, solid pleasure, and at the same time contributes so 

 largely to one's health, physical and mental, as this annual trip and 

 the companionship which has endured so long. The friendships which 

 have ripened in the course of many years iu these old woods are to 

 me more precious than any worldly possession, for no money could 

 buy them. I look forward to many happy re-unions in this delight- 

 ful spot. 



As to the Club House, the idea of which I so earnestly opposed, 

 I yield a most joyful acquiescence, and admit that I was all wrong. 

 There could be nothing more perfect or more comfortable. The 

 thoughtfulness of our good friend Dwight and his Canadian associ- 

 ates, in promoting this contribution towards our general weal adds 

 another to the many proofs we have of his goodness of heart and 



his love for us all. 



Erastus Wiman. 

 Staten Island, Nov. 1884. 



ROBERT'S LITTLE STORY. 



hDOB, tell us about your still hunt ? " 

 If I must, I must. I cannot te 



tell a whopper. The surest 

 way to keep a deer from coming to your lake is to be over anxious 

 about it; afraid you will not have a shot at one, and vice versa. So, 

 in order to give Willie the best show on that first Tuesday, I was 

 sent, with one of the best of men, my guide Tom Salmon, to 

 Cooper's Lake, not expecting much, and not caring a great deal 

 whether we got anything or not. 



Tom put out the dogs about mid-way on the portage between 

 Long Lake and Cooper's Lake. In a very short time they gave 



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