The Montgomery advertiser., 1904-10-02

by stage or boat, perhaps by botn, through twenty. miles Of veritable wilderness, to the shores of a lake almost hidden among the mountains. You will find every comfort that a reasonable man can ask. A snug log cabin with good bed to sleep in; large central room, where all the camp CTS meet for wholesome substantial meals. and where at night, by great log fire, they hold easy converse and strain each others politeness and cre- dulity to the utmost.
 A camp is no place for loafng. The spirit of doing something Is in the air. You may sit about and read on rainy days. and there is nothing like a pipe in the woods after you have earned 1t. but you are there to be occupied and active, and you feel like 1t. There is a guide and e canoe for each two, or you may have one for yourself, and the greatest fascination and enjoyment are to be found on the water. Once you learn to get into the canoe nothing can be more delifhtful than to sit and watch yout brawny oarsman as with easy, noiseless sweeps, he sends you gliding along the rocky shores. fin and out of the tree shadows, where the fragrance of the pines sifts down through the branches past the little stretches of shiny sandy beaches and bits of green meadows, where some singing brooks flows into the lake till he pauses and bids you look ahead, and there, standing to the knees among the lily pads, are a herd of deer. You have just round ed a point. and they are perhaps an eighth of e mile away, with the wind blowing from them toward you. TAArg sn9A faAAfnO ARA1A by little, almost without motion of the paddle, you steal noiselessly upon them. What a charming picture they make two or three bucks, with their branch ins antlers thrown forward as they pull the long stems from the water. and dozen does and lawns grouped about them in easy, graceful attitudes of per feet securityl Az you come almost near enough to reach them with a paddle they suddenly look up, stand for an instant transhxed, then out they go onto the shingle. their white tails erect and crash into the bushes and, disap- pear Fortunately no one has brought | a gun, but there are quick snapshots from the camera. and you cannot but rejoice that 1t has not been in your heart to slay anything so beautiful and full of joyous. Rbounding life. Keep on around the lake. and you may come two or three times upon such groups. or perhaps see a great moose, who has swan from the other side, land and shake himself as he throws back his head and dashes away under the low hanging boughs.
 It is fairyland at night, when the moon shines full, and the weird spirit of solitude and wildness possesses all the scene. Not hutter of a leaf. nor a ripple on the shore can you hear, as in ghostly silence you float out Into the white moonlight; nothing but the gem tie scraping of the water grasses against the canoe as the noiseless pad | de moves 1t slowly on. Then a lonely owl sends his hooting cry out into the might and back across the water comes the harsh laugh of some wakeful loon. | If there be anywhere a toiling, rush ing world. 1t Is far away.
 | No two days are alike. If the sea. son be not over you may angle. and there are the trout and bass and now and then a land-locked salmon for the skillful fisherman, and there are glo- rious t-amps in the twilight Of the great trees, along half-hidden wood roads and on. if you can climb and scramble through steep glens and over fallen trunks. on and up. till you reach soms mountain top. disclo Ing bound less reach of jagged peak and waving forest. murmuring in the wind like a far off sea. and below. flashing in the sunlight, the blue lake yon have left behind you. Not a sight or sound ot man. and not a sign of his devastatInz touch. But the half of the Joy and beauty and refreshment of 1t cannot be told. Go for yourself and see