The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1897-08-22

tages in dozen different mountain
sections if he would have accented
them. -
Several score of hotel proprietors
wrote him offering him their hospital
lty, but instead he picked out this place
py the advice of the vice president and
Secretary Gage, and then made a plain
everyday business arrangement as to
prices and accommodations. I don't
know what his bills will be, but I
Know that he expects to pay for every-
thing he gets, and that he will ACCEPT
no faVors in any way. Is it not a
CURIOUS thing that the president of as
great country as ours should have
to consider the question of expense .
But I doubt not that Mr.. MCKINLEY
does SO, for he has large family, and
when you add to this the half-dozen
secretaries and clerks who are needed
along you can see that the account
Is no light one, especially at a place
like Hotel Champlain, where the regu-
lar price for rooms is S. per day.
PICTURES WHICH REST HIM.
And still this is an ideal place for
presidential vacation Mr.. Mckinley
does not like to change and it is not
lmportable that next summer will find
him again where he is now. Here he
is away from the office seekers. He
has given orders that only the most
imperative mail be forwarded to him.
ana all the surroundings are of health
and peace. The hotel itself is very
large. 1t covers at least half an acre.
but its guests are singularly quiet, and
the politician is not to be seen.
The scenery here is of it's own kind.
1t IS most beautiful, and the cloud ef-
fects change the aspect of nature ev-
cry hour. Let me give you some of
the pictures upon which the president
Is now looking to rest his soul. His
quarters are in the annex of the hotel,
with windows giving views of both
lake and mountain. Out in front of
him there is a dense forest of dark
green pines through which the breezes
from the Green mountains of Vermont
rush after their fight across the lake
in order that they may be perfumed
with life-gfving balsam before they
kiss the presidents lips. Beyond the
pines lies Lake ChampIain, its CLASSY
surface slightly rippled by the breeze
and painted with golden wavelets by
the setting sun. A long chain Of pref
ty islands lie like great emeralds upon
this sea of gold, and beyond are the
smoky blue hills growing darker as
they rise one upon the other until they
saw their way into the silver and DUR
pie sky. How quiet it is. You can
mans feet as they touch the steps Of
the stairs which lead from the hotel
piazza down the bluff to the beach.
You can hear the birds singing in the
trees, chattering at one another and
one now and then bursting out into a
volume Of liquid song. That is the
concert which greets the presidents
ears as he opens his eyes in the morn
ing-a concert which is kept merrily
I'D all day long
Let us turn about and look out of
another window. In front Of us are
some Of the highest Of the Adiron-
dacks, their peaks resting in golden
clouds. Between the mountains and
the president is a park of velvety
green, and there upon 1t are two
ground squirrels playing. They have
come out of the pines for a gambol
together and almost scare that robin
redbreast, who, though it is late in the
day, is diligently seeking for the typical
worms.
SIDE TRIPS AND SIDE VIEWS.
Gou have read the kilograms about
the presidents movements, how he
has taken one or two yacht trips, and
how he has crossed once or twice
over the lake to Vermont. He has
taken rides to see Au Sable chasm,
about twelve miles away. Here the
waters Of the Au Sable river, after
dashing over the great falls, boil and
foam as they wind their way through
one Of the most wonderful gorges Of
the United States. It is 200 feet deep
and two miles in length, and its beau
ties have been compared to those of
Yosemite in the miniture. You have
heard how he has gone fishing and
what he has caught, and I can tell