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
