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view of the Sandwich range across this lake is 
exquisite at all times, but to-day, with the dark 
blue water dancing towards us in thousands of 
foam-capped waves, and the mountains standing 
out sharply against the pale blue sky, it was 
more than usually charming. Half a dozen 
wood-ducks were floating in the midst of the 
restless waves, not far from the shore. They 
paid no heed to our wagon as it crept through 
the sand on the beach. 
When we reached the West Ossipee stage 
road I bade my friend good-by, and strolled to¬ 
wards the station alone. The south-bound train 
was not due till five, and it was now only half 
past two. The railway track was not more than 
half a mile distant across the pine plains, so, 
leaving the muddy road, I passed into the pines, 
following an obscure wood-path. 
Presently the path became plainer, and as I 
glanced along its vista, my eye caught a flash of 
bright yellow gleaming from something at a dis¬ 
tance. The object was shaped like a chimney, 
but it seemed to spring from the ground among 
the scrub-oaks. The path began to descend, at 
first gradually, then more abruptly, and I dis¬ 
covered that there was winding through the 
barrens ahead of me a small river, which a 
moment’s consideration told me must be the 
Chocorua River, on its way to the Bearcamp, 
