Lake Umbagog.
1907
August
  One cannot go far in either direction from the hotel
at Lakeside before coming to places where the narrow, dusty
roadway is hemmed in on both sides for hundreds of yards
in advance by broad and almost solid beds of wild flowers.
These are sure to be alive with droning bees and, if the
sun be shining, with butterflies of various kinds and
sizes which flap or sail to and fro just above the tops
of the plants often alighting - perhaps as many as half a dozen
together - on the more attractive clusters of blossoms where
they lazily open and close their broad, painted wings.
There may be Hummingbirds, too, sipping their share of
the seductive nectar as they poise on rapidly vibrating
pinions or darting back and forth across the road with
shrill squeaking in hot pursuit of one another.
The Errol Road. (3)