A SUMMER DRIVE IN THE LAKE COUNTRY. 931 
“they too look forward pleasantly to our annual “stop 
over” with them. 
Perhaps I have dwelt too long over these two ‘way- 
side’ places, but they are the types of the two extremes 
which travelers must find in a country where so many 
men think they can ‘keep hotel.’ 
Naples is a lovely village, lying between wooded 
hills, in a pleasant, fertile valley and shows signs of thrift 
and enterprise. From here to Canandaigua Lake, a 
distance of four or five miles, much of the cleared land 
is covered with vineyards. 
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Our route from Naplesto Hammondsport, by the way 
of Bath, was an unfamiliar one. The first mile or two 
lay through a delightful woods, much of it pine and 
hemlock. The veeries and wood thrushes were singing 
their morning hymns, and the warblers were having a 
jubilee in the evergreens. The early morning was per- 
fect, and the pleasant surroundings soon put us all again 
on good terms with the world. The evening before we 
had passed a party of Gypsies camping at the lower 
end of the woods. They were a hard-looking set, men, 
women, children and dogs. The redeeming features 
were three or four fine looking horses and one or two 
good traveling wagons. They exercised good taste in 
choosing this charming spot in which to light their 
