The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1888-08-05

ABJURiNG THE PARLOR FOR LIFE
UNDER THE TREES.

ana Makes her camp IN the WoooS
Camping Under the Palisades
Within Sight of New York-Essen-
tails of a Woman's Outfit for the
woods-What to Wear and What to
Carry,
NEW YORK, August 4.-Camping part
les, composed wholly or in part of women,
are quite the thing this summer. Mrs.
Richard Watson Glider, wife of the editor
of the Century, is about tasting the joys of
tent life in the Catskills. The Giders will
make forest-dwellers of themselves in the
mountain woods that surround Onteora,
the colony of artists and literary folk
founded by Mrs. Jeanette Thurber and
her sister, Mrs. Candace Wheeler. They
will pitch their tents in the heart of the
wilderness, and yet--alas for primeval
simplicity-not out of reach of the deica
cies prepared ny tho French cook who
serves the meals at the Bear and Fox, the
inn and club house Of the Hills of tho
Sky"
OF a more robust order Of campers are
the sextet of young women whose canvas
whitens a pretty tree Swallowed dimple
overlooking one of the Long Island beaches.
These girls are students, or former students.
at Cooper union, two of them; medical stu
dents, one of them; country girl who has
had a hard year gcverneSSlng in tine city,
another of them; a struggling artist a fifth;
feminine bachelor, that is to say, a BOhe
milan writer, very jolly and with very little
money, the last of the half-dozen, They
bad neighboring rooms in one of those cara
Vansaries of discomfort, "A womcn's board
ing house, last winter, and when july heats
set in they could not between them muster
the cash for the briefest of seasons out of
town After much consultation they in
vested a few dollars in canvas and cords,
constructed two tents in prolonged even
ing sessions, and ensconced themselves in
the most eligible spot not afflicted with mo
tresspassng" signs which they could find.
They have a dog, a boat, good health and
high spirits, and they are laying up store
of muscle and sunburn TO stand them
through another winters hot siege of the
tickle goddess fortune. They have built
themselves an outdoor stove Of fiat stones
Here they can boil coffee more romantic
ally than over the tiaring gas jet of the hall
bedroom. They can br il fish and manipu-
late their own clans. They lie in the sand,
they read little, sketch little and when
farmers boy brings thom milk there is
one of them who makes very eXcellont
curdcbeese, and it never occurs to them
thai society would say they ought to have
chhperoue. There Is some Oldtime Ameri-
canlsm left in American girls.
Mr.. and Mrs. George Gould have done
unique bit of camping once and again.
George Gould's yacht is not an unfamiliar
object on the Hudson, and during it, cruise
last summer it was not always that the |
party slept on board. Now and then little |
boat found its way ashore a tent or two |
went up under Storm King or Gro Nest or |
ON that egg shaped island at the gates of |
the Highlands, and handsome Mrs. Gould, |
who was pretty Edith Kingdom, found out |
that hemlocR twiGs could make a couch as |
soft as down and more fragrant by far
Camping out can never become fashion |
able diversion with women unless the Di- |
vine Providence should ordain tie annihi- |
lation of bugs There can be no bugs in a |
wonan's paradise, they might get into her |
ears. A woman can turn her back on the |
conventonalities of life with some compos- |
ure. She can wear Tapping felt hat, |
wade in water up to her knees, submit to a |
freckle and let her wrists become sunburned |
She can eat with a steel fork or no fork at |
all, but the ordinary woman cannot make |
her bed where there might be bugs crawl |
ing over the ground. The extraordinary |
woman who can bear tho bug test without |
wincing is the most enthusiastic of all |
campers
She does not need to go far from the city |
10 find an eligible camp ground As good |
camping ground as New York state affords |
on the hither side of the Adirondacks is to |
be met within sight of the metropolis, on |
the Jersey side of the Hudson under the |
Palisades. 1t is here that at least one New |
York woman has found peace and comfort |
repeatedly when the days work in the city |
must be done, but the nights were unendur- |
able. A canoe sets one across at sunset n |
mile and quarter to tue farther shore, and |
then paddle up stream a mile and a half !
Or two miles above Spuyten DuyvIl-an
hours journey from the paveuents-aud |
then a spring. a clinging fringe of willow, !
and chestnuts under the cliff brow, black /
berry vines heavy with fruit, elyslum.
No elaborate tent preparations are neces-
sary on cloudless night i'll midsummer A |
stout cord tied from one wild cherry tree TO |
another forms the ridge over which is hung
strip of cotton sheeting two yards wide. |
Tent pegs are hopeless in a soil which but |
thlnly covers a mass of rock debris but il |
is an easy matter to pile stones along the |
edges Of the cloth to hold the slope taut.
The mainsail and dandy sail of the canoe |
fill up the triangular spaces at the back and |
front, or if the thermometer is on an ex-
ceediDgly wild antic "A veil of mosquito net
ting Is protection enough for Que end
There is hemlock to he had for bedding if |
You go far enough Tor it, but beach grass |
makes a fair substitute pulled i'll great |
punches for thick carpet on the tent |
floor. Canoe cushions come in play when |
the beach grass fails. and these with n |
blanket or two supply all the Injuries TINT |
heart of woman-not-afraid-of-b bugs could |
wish. A night in the open air is a wonder
full freshener of the energies. Long after
dark one listens 10 the locuds shrilling in
the woods behind, to the birds calling in |
sleepy notes from the cliffs and TO the |
voices of river sailors or the rafting of |
blocks as sails are hauled down ON a |
schooner a mile away. IL is cool, for the |
sun was off the Palisades at o'clock in the |
afternoon. IL is lonesome, for the shad- |
fishers huts are deserted long befo G this |
time of year. The CHANGING lights of tho
city dance across the water and the waves
lap the shingle. By and by, with tho turn
of the tide, there comes a breeze from tho
south that ruffies the river and brings ont
all manner Of music from the thicketS
With the cold whitish blue of the dawn
you are upon the beach. New York over
yonder, has not had half its morning nan
out, but the driftwood fire is going and the
sulell of coffee rises from the tin pail which
you have sluug by a green twic over the
blaze. The spring water IS pure and cold,
the wild cherries are ripe, and life is worth
living. Canned meats go very well. or
bacon and eggs are easily prepared All in
sight Of New York city, too Tie sun is
coming up, and before IL gets too hot the
boat is headed homeward again and YOU
are ready for another day. Roof gardens
cannot compare with canning under tho