Year: 1875

| PORT.


Some Harvard college boys have been
spending their vacation in the neighborhood
of Newport, VT, and one of them is writing
out his experiences and observations for the
Boston Transcript. We quote few para
graphs:


\ beautiful young lady was walking arm
in arm with young man an evening or two
ago, into whose eyes she would sweetly
smile.


ITS lovely evening"" said the fair
one.


"Yes, replied her attendant.


They were silent and walked on.


at was lovely evening yesterday said
the beautiful girl as they came round again.


YES, meekly answered the young man,
evidently at loss what to say.
They came around a third time. and it
was his turn now.


81 hope it will be a lovely evening to-
morrow" said he.


80 do - said She


The eayes-dropper arose looked off on the
water, from which the tints of the setting
sun had not yet gone, and wondered whether
all beautiful women were like this one
Fashion, however, can never he dominant
here; the beautiful forms of nature are too
many. One can readily seek relief from the
dizzy dance with white shoes, and the light
talk with the young lady of fashion. by
rushing to the wild brook, climbing some of
the majestic hills, or taking a ride on the
beautiful lake.


The lake is called Memphremagog, as the
Indians would have it, and means "beauti-
ful water" Between Newport, which Is at
the upper or southern end, and Magog. a
Canadian town at the other end, a distance
| OF 80 miles, plies good steamer known By
the rather common name, 1.-THE Lady of the
Lake" The captain is a first-class, good
natured fellow, and will stop at almost any
point that more than one of the passengers
want him to stop at. \ party of US Ilar-
ward fellows, who walked 232 miles to yet
to this place, got the obliging captain of
The Lady to stop the other day at the old
landing at the foot of Owls Head This
landing is at a gorge between Owls Head
and lesser hill next to it. In this gorge Is
situated the Mountain House, which, be-
fore the railroad built up Newport and its
hotel, used to be well patronized, but it.
many rooms are now all mouldy and desert
ed, with the exception of one or two in which
live one-legged French Canadian and his
stout wife, who make living by fishing and
picking the many red raspberrifs that grow
IN the gorge. There is no road to this ho-
tel, and no way of getting to it except by
boat


The Canadians are not mean. The hotel
keepers will almost pay You to visit them.
and the store-keepers are Obliging and as
polite as Frenchmen. Yesterday afternoon
two OF Us walked over 10 Stanstead, thriv-
IN town in Province Quebec, lust over the
line and about nine miles from Newport.
1t Is noted for the number of its tailor shops
and dry goods stores. where silks and cloths
are kept, and whittier the people of North
ern Vermont flock to clOthe themselves and
buy kid gloves. We went over there last
week for pleasant drive, and got measured
for some clothes we needed. Yesterday we
went oyer again for pleasant walk, and 10
get the clothes. suits that in Boston cost
from SO to So can be had here from Sl9
10 $50 and besides one Is sure of getting
good cloth as well rs a good fit The man
who sold Us the cloth and had the clothes
made for Us answered all our questions.
showed Us all his goods, gave u lunch.
and then harneSsed team, and said he
would drive Us back five miles, if We did not
object, and would have gone all the way to
Newport had it not been so late. What
storckeeper would have done all this?


There Is a man here-a Boston man, by
the way-who owns considerable property.
Not long ago he wanted piece of woods of
few years growth cleared. lie got some
men to do the job, and ordered them TO
clear away everything. but to spare the
sugar naples. When he ought to have
been elsewhere he came up to see whether
the men were earning their wages.


This all You have done ?' said he. Let
me show you how to work


lie took up an ak and chopped for two
hours. The men said nothing until their
smiles grew into laughter.


"What is the natter" angrily asked
the rich Yankee


why, sir, you have cut down all the
sugar naples ~


About here there is considerable fishing
now for pickerel and trout Many parties
can be seen morning and evening trolling
for pickerel, and they meet with tolerable
success. Two Of our party on Monday got
team and went over to Jay Peak and
tried the brooks on that mountain for trout.
They returned with over $50 of these pretty
fish after fishing not long while.


There is a carious character here who
goes by the name of Mother Horton.
She i an old woman, over 50 years old, and
ever since the people about here can remem-
Der she has bad sort of mania for fishing;
and no poor fisher has she proved, for there
Is no man here who can catch more than
she can. Almost any day this gray-haired
old woman can be seen sitting on the wharf
log, her feet dangling over the water,
chewing her tongue. and anxiously watch
ing the pole she holds in her hand. She
presently Jerks ont minnow with all the
delight of a child. These minnows she
uses morning and evening to catch pickerel
Her son Is quite well off, but still she fishes,
and what fish she cannot eat she sells. She
Is great walker, too. Even now she would
rather walk any day than ride. She is al
ways out of doors, and seldom in the house
even on rainy days, for rainy days are good
G. - l.