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her tent - so we sought the Abbot-Ely beach (with long coats over our nighties) and saw a lovely misty mysterious sunrise - loons laughed and there were weird sounds and weird sights - mountains coming out of the mist &c. I snapped its picture and then back to bed and to sleep we went. Bess had a head ache, but pluckily insisted on doing everything - going to the picnic &c. There was a camp picnic to Falls Brook at ten - in the launch. Just as we were starting Mrs. Ely received a telegram saying a dear friend was dead - and suddenly - and she & Mr. Ely decided to leave immediately for New York - The Abbots went, but not the Pitkins or McKowns. We landed among the stumps out on a shore & "packed" into the woods past a picturesque log camp (empty but inhabited) and up a little trail to a road full of berries. Everybody - nearly - stopped to pick but Alfred

& Julie Abbot & I went on in and found the Brook and the big flat rock and then went back for the others. Later several of us walked way down the brook - on the stones. It was beautiful but un-takable in a picture. Finally I lost one foot in the water - and then the other - and so pushed out thro' the berries to the road which I followed along


her tent - so we sought the Abbot-Ely beach (with long coats over our nighties) and saw a lovely misty mysterious sunrise - loons laughed and there were weird sounds and weird sights - mountains coming out of the mist &c. I snapped its picture and then back to bed and to sleep we went. Bess had a head ache, but pluckily insisted on doing everything - going to the picnic &c. There was a camp picnic to Falls Brook at ten - in the launch. Just as we were starting Mrs. Ely received a telegram saying a dear friend was dead - and suddenly - and she & Mr. Ely decided to leave immediately for New York - The Abbots went, but not the Pitkins or McKowns. We landed among the stumps out on a shore & "packed" into the woods past a picturesque log camp (empty but inhabited) and up a little trail to a road full of berries. Everybody - nearly - stopped to pick but Alfred

& Julie Abbot & I went on in and found the Brook and the big flat rock and then went back for the others. Later several of us walked way down the brook - on the stones. It was beautiful but un-takable in a picture. Finally I lost one foot in the water - and then the other - and so pushed out thro' the berries to the road which I followed along


her tent - so we sought the Abbot-Ely beach (with long coats over our nighties) and saw a lovely misty mysterious sunrise - loons laughed and there were weird sounds and weird sights - mountains coming out of the mist &c. I snapped its picture and then back to bed and to sleep we went. Bess had a head ache, but pluckily insisted on doing everything - going to the picnic &c. There was a camp picnic to Falls Brook at ten - in the launch. Just as we were starting Mrs. Ely received a telegram saying a dear friend was dead - and suddenly - and she & Mr. Ely decided to leave immediately for New York - The Abbots went, but not the Pitkins or McKowns. We landed among the stumps out on a shore & "packed" into the woods past a picturesque log camp (empty but inhabited) and up a little trail to a road full of berries. Everybody - nearly - stopped to pick but Alfred

& Julie Abbot & I went on in and found the Brook and the big flat rock and then went back for the others. Later several of us walked way down the brook - on the stones. It was beautiful but un-takable in a picture. Finally I lost one foot in the water - and then the other - and so pushed out thro' the berries to the road which I followed along

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