A RANGELEY VACATION. 



C. J. HALPEN. 



' Ve who love the haunts of nature 

 Love the sunshine of the meadow, 

 Love the shadow of the forest, 



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 And the rushing of great waters, 

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Listen! " 



Far up in the Northwestern corner of 

 the Pine Tree State, amid mountains 

 clothed with forests primeval, lies the fa- 

 mous chain of lakes known as The Range- 

 leys. For generations these have been the 

 resort of sportsmen, many of whom have, 



Umbagog lake is 255 feet. With the ex- 

 ception of Rangeley, whose shores are bor- 

 dered by rich farm lands, the entire region 

 is clothed in dense forests, " where the 

 wild cry of the loon is heard by night and 

 the moose and the deer come down to 

 drink." 



It was on a beautiful morning in July 

 that my wife and I left home for a camping 

 trip of 2 weeks in the Rangeley region, 

 our destination being Upper Dam, on Lake 

 Mooselukmaguntic. 



Leaving Haverhill, Mass., on the 9:30 



AMATEUR PHOTO BY C. J. HALPEN". 



WEST RICHARDSON POND, RANGELY REGION. 



in days gone by, cast their flies in the wa- 

 ters of other continents than ours. No in- 

 land fishing grounds are so widely and 

 favorably known as the Rangeley lakes, 

 which form a continuous water communi- 

 cation 50 miles in length and covering 

 123 square miles. The names of the lakes 

 are: Oquossos, or Rangeley; Cupsuptic; 

 Mooselukmaguntic ; Molechunkamunk ; 

 Welokennebacook, and Umbagog. Bill 

 Nye once said that were he to live his 

 school days over again he should, when- 

 ever possible, write compositions on these 

 lakes, because the names " fill up a page 

 so beautifully." 



The waters of Rangeley lake are over 

 1,500 feet above sea level, and the fall to 



Pullman, we arrived in Bemis, the terminus 

 of the R. F. & R. L. R.R. at 5:15 p.m. The 

 station is built of logs, divested of bark and 

 shell-lacked, the effect being thoroughly in 

 keeping with the general surroundings. 

 The building is the typical log cabin of the 

 Maine woods. The only boards to be seen 

 are in the floor and the roof, even the 

 doors and the chairs being built of the 

 same material as the walls, while massive 

 fireplaces, at either end of the large wait- 

 ing room, give to the whole an air of 

 homely comfort. Mr. Ruel Taylor, the 

 agent, is a thorough sportsman, genial and 

 obliging. 



Camp Bemis, on the shore, a short dis- 

 tance from the station, has long enjoyed an 



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