ASUMMER DRIVE IN THE LAKE COUNTRY. 
I. 
There are four in our little party, Emily, ‘Anemone’, 
Lady Bess and the writer. Emily is my wife, ‘ Anem- 
one’ our little daughter, and Lady Bess the horse. It 
will be necessary to describe only the last men- 
tioned, as she is the “active member of the 
firm,’ and will do the heft of the work, and to 
her the others of the party will be largely indebted for 
the pleasures on the road. ‘Lady Bess’ isa young 
Messenger mare, rangey, graceful, fleet-footed and 
as black as night; her proud and lofty step 
secured her the name. She takes the place of Max, 
who for a few weeks will literally “live in clover.” 
‘ Bess’ is nervous, high-strung and watchful, but gentle 
as a kitten. She is a free driver, and goes with a slack 
check-rein and without blinds on the bridle. We might 
lay the lines over the dash, and she would keep the 
road and give the proper share to teams that we might 
meet. I am almost inclined to think that she has learned 
to distinguish the songs of some of the birds, as she stops 
so readily and pricks up her ears while we listen to some 
pleasant singer by the roadside. She has learned to. 
“pull up under shade trees in hot days, and say in her 
