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At dinner luncheon we had pink carnations. Mr. Foster's gift to his wife for her birthday. We found the other half of our party had gone up to the Quincy mine by trolley! but they didn't see the smelting after all. We were to start on at one, but only went across to another dock to unload oil barrels. Mr. Mace and I were reduced to taking pictures - the lazy purser - the mate and the "lonesome man" on the dock - and then Mr. M.

himself and a Kitten we caught for the occasion. There were four of them and the old cat - peaking thro' a crack in the dock house - very cunning. When we started on, the sun was out at last, but I couldn't get the profile of that awful hill. It should have been taken in the morning - from the other way! I did get Mrs. Morrow and "Mr. Grant" the first mate, tho' - going thro' the Portage Lake Canal - where we could almost reach out and pick the wild flowers on the bank. Then it spread out into a "lily-pond" - where many officers ships take refuge in the Spring and fall gales, the officers say - and there are lights and piers at the very end - and then out into big blue Superior again - the high hills behind all smoking with copper mines on the tops. The "lonesome man"


At dinner luncheon we had pink carnations. Mr. Foster's gift to his wife for her birthday. We found the other half of our party had gone up to the Quincy mine by trolley! but they didn't see the smelting after all. We were to start on at one, but only went across to another dock to unload oil barrels. Mr. Mace and I were reduced to taking pictures - the lazy purser - the mate and the "lonesome man" on the dock - and then Mr. M.

himself and a Kitten we caught for the occasion. There were four of them and the old cat - peaking thro' a crack in the dock house - very cunning. When we started on, the sun was out at last, but I couldn't get the profile of that awful hill. It should have been taken in the morning - from the other way! I did get Mrs. Morrow and "Mr. Grant" the first mate, tho' - going thro' the Portage Lake Canal - where we could almost reach out and pick the wild flowers on the bank. Then it spread out into a "lily-pond" - where many officers ships take refuge in the Spring and fall gales, the officers say - and there are lights and piers at the very end - and then out into big blue Superior again - the high hills behind all smoking with copper mines on the tops. The "lonesome man"


At dinner luncheon we had pink carnations. Mr. Foster's gift to his wife for her birthday. We found the other half of our party had gone up to the Quincy mine by trolley! but they didn't see the smelting after all. We were to start on at one, but only went across to another dock to unload oil barrels. Mr. Mace and I were reduced to taking pictures - the lazy purser - the mate and the "lonesome man" on the dock - and then Mr. M.

himself and a Kitten we caught for the occasion. There were four of them and the old cat - peaking thro' a crack in the dock house - very cunning. When we started on, the sun was out at last, but I couldn't get the profile of that awful hill. It should have been taken in the morning - from the other way! I did get Mrs. Morrow and "Mr. Grant" the first mate, tho' - going thro' the Portage Lake Canal - where we could almost reach out and pick the wild flowers on the bank. Then it spread out into a "lily-pond" - where many officers ships take refuge in the Spring and fall gales, the officers say - and there are lights and piers at the very end - and then out into big blue Superior again - the high hills behind all smoking with copper mines on the tops. The "lonesome man"

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