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telries which serve up just what such people 

 want. 



An hour's rest here and we are again off 

 on our flight along Lake Erie. As we spin 

 along vineyards are still on either hand and 

 woodlands are scattered along the route. 

 Waites Crossing is soon passed and then we 

 reach Silver Creek. Here we strike a slight 

 grade but it is scarcely noticed by a cen- 

 tury rider. 



In this vicinity we find some delightful 

 scenery. Irving is 4 miles further away and 

 on reaching it we find much of interest. 



In the next dozen miles we pass Farn- 

 ham, Angola, Derby and North Evans; all 

 delightful places and some of them busy 

 towns. Next picturesque Idlewood is 

 passed and a few miles more brings us to 

 Lake wood. 



Then we reach Wanakah, in the name of 

 which town is preserved the cognomen of 

 some dusky son of the forest, who lived 

 long before the pleasures of cycling were 

 known. 



Past the quaint old town we speed on our 

 way. Athol Springs, which we next reach, 

 has taken on a summer resort air and Bay 

 View, a mile beyond, is a beautiful little lake 

 town. Next we wheel into Blaisdell, and 

 on through West Seneca. Now we catch 

 a magnificent view of Buffalo, and soon we 

 wheel, unwearied, into the city, where we 

 prepare for supper. 



Our century run has been made, but the 

 20 miles run from Buffalo to Niagara Falls, 

 still before us, is a most delightful after sup- 

 per turn. Nearly the whole road is mac- 

 adam, and follows the shore of Lake Erie, 

 and of Niagara river. The scenery is sub- 

 dued and restful. 



As you wheel out through Conawanda 

 you take a parting look at old Erie's broad 

 expanse, and then spin along through a 

 magnificent stretch of country cleft by the 

 Niagara river. 



Lasalle is a beautiful little town, and 

 nearer Niagara Falls we pass the great 

 power house which is to furnish power for 

 half a dozen states. The whole trip, along 

 the river, is a most delightful one and as we 

 near the end of our journey the roar of the 

 world's greatest cataract comes distinctly 

 to our ears. 



At the Falls the cyclist is at a decided ad- 

 vantage. For him the army of cabbies and 

 hotel drummers have no terrors. He is en- 

 tirely independent and can spin around to a 

 great many of the interesting points, at will. 

 Niagara is a wheelman's paradise if there is 

 one on this earth. From it we can take 

 many interesting side runs, and in our wan- 

 derings find much of interest. ' 



The horses will still be preserved 

 In spite of wheel or tandem, 



Because of those Chicago men 

 Who 've cut 'em up and canned 'em. 



TWO GIRLS IN HALIFAX. 



Editor Recreation: We reached Bos- 

 ton at 10 a. m. and as the Halifax steamer 

 did not leave till 4 in the afternoon we 

 started out to see some of the sights. 



We went to the Public Gardens, the Com- 

 mon, the Museum of Art and the Public 

 Library. On leaving there we were caught 

 in a terrific thunder shower and were 

 drenched before we could get a car. 



When we arrived at the steamer we 

 thought our troubles were at an end; but 

 alas! they had just begun. We were on 

 board only about 3 hours when we went be- 

 low to our berths and were not able to get 

 out of them again until we landed at Hali- 

 fax, which was at half past 8 the next even- 

 ing- 



We were both so dreadfully sick we could 

 not raise our heads. A great crowd was 

 there to see the steamer come in — half the 

 town apparently. 



The next thing was to find the Austens, 

 so I took out a copy of ^Recreation and 

 carried it in my hand. " The Only Maga- 

 zine on the Beach " attracted the attention 

 of a young man who told us Mr. Austen 

 had sent him to escort us to our hotel, Mr. 

 Austen, himself, having gone out of town. 



So here we are comfortably situated. 

 This is a funny old seaport town, thor- 

 oughly English, you know, but we like it 

 very much. The people are not at all 

 up to date, according to our way of think- 

 ing. The nearest approach they make to 

 our Yankee ideas is in having the trolley; 

 but it is no such terror as the Brooklyn 

 article. It is a milder brand, and goes 

 easily about its devious ways. 



Yes, and they are thoroughly up with the 

 procession in one thing — that is they read 

 Recreation. We see it on all the news 

 stands and hear bright men quoting it wher- 

 ever we go. 



An old gentleman, Mr. Greenwood (no 

 relation to the cemetery — he is quite wide 

 awake), escorted us to the military concert 

 which we very much enjoyed. The soldiers 

 are everywhere. One never goes out with- 

 out meeting a bunch of red coats. We have 

 been through their barracks and expect to 

 go on board a man of war to-morrow. 



The people here are charming — very so- 

 ciable, slow moving, but they enjoy life 

 thoroughly in their stolid English way. 

 The other girls would have lots of beaux 

 if they were here. Of course we don't have 

 any. We don't approve of beaux. 



This is not a cycling town. There are 

 but few good streets or roads, for wheeling, 

 and these are short. Hills are everywhere 

 in evidence and altogether we are glad we 

 did not bring our wheels. 



So now Mr. Editor I wont take up any 

 more of your time, for I see the sign " This 

 is my busy day; " but I have one query 

 which I hope you will answer in next issue 



