An Adirondack Camp 
THE BOAT-HOUSE 
THE YOUNGEST CAMPER AND HIS BATH 
One cannot see this island camp better 
than in the morning, when the family and 
guests are assembling for breakfast. In 
answer to the summons of the horn, the 
tenants of the island issue from their tents and 
houses and stroll by way of sandy natural 
paths past the patch of luxuriant garden 
to the main house. There, if the day is cool, 
as it often is even in midsummer, a fire 
blazes and crackles cbeerf ully on the great 
hearth, but the doors are apt to be thrown 
wide, and the place is deliciously fresh. The 
family and guests seated at table have but to 
lift their eyes to 
catch the shine of 
the sunlit lake, 
for the house 
stands high and 
the windows and 
doors command 
the water in every 
direction. 
The most fre¬ 
quent excitement 
of the breakfast 
hour is a hailing 
call from the 
landing three- 
quarters of a mile 
distant across the 
THE GREAT FIREPLACE 
lake. In response to the faint “ halloo ” borne 
on the fresh morning air, someone steps with 
glasses and megaphone to the veranda, 
ascertains the errand of the dim figure on 
the bosky shore beyond, and if it is a visitor 
despatches a boat to fetch him off. In fifteen 
minutes the boat is seen returning, and all 
in camp swarm down to the boat-house to 
welcome the new arrival. The inhabitants 
of the island have a delicious sense of living 
in a little world of their own, and the visitor 
from the outside comes almost as a traveler 
from another planet. Coming, as he usually 
does, from the 
dust and heat of 
the town, the 
island seems to 
him a paradise of 
freshness and 
simplicity. 
If the island is 
fresh and charm¬ 
ing by day, it is a 
fairy place on 
moonlight nights. 
o O 
I here are times 
when a fog dense 
and white settles 
down upon the 
lake, and c o m- 
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