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1899.
July 19. Wed. the thermometer was 54° – and a hearth fire going – when we got down to breakfast a little before nine. The breakfast was passable – but the coffee the worst ever. The man who smoked and looked was present. Trudy and I took a walk up by the old coach and across a funny little bridge over the inlet and down on the pier and about the piazza. Then came in and sat by the big window in rocking chair – listening to piano and mandolin (musicians in overcoats – the cold corner of the room) and chatting and I wrote a letter, too. The man with the pipe was there also, and on the pier. When we departed, at 10:45 on the double-decker "C.L. Stowell"! We sat in front of the pilot house with my steamer rug wound about us and our collars turned up and rather en- joyed seeing the camp and hotels and lake views and cloud–pictures (it was clearing again) First we stopped at “Rocky Point Inn” – which has two “sea" views and a bathing beach and a summer house on the point. Then we went over to “Cedar Island House” – with a quaint, comfy looking log boat house and

1899.
July 19. Wed. the thermometer was 54° – and a hearth fire going – when we got down to breakfast a little before nine. The breakfast was passable – but the coffee the worst ever. The man who smoked and looked was present. Trudy and I took a walk up by the old coach and across a funny little bridge over the inlet and down on the pier and about the piazza. Then came in and sat by the big window in rocking chair – listening to piano and mandolin (musicians in overcoats – the cold corner of the room) and chatting and I wrote a letter, too. The man with the pipe was there also, and on the pier. When we departed, at 10:45 on the double-decker "C.L. Stowell"! We sat in front of the pilot house with my steamer rug wound about us and our collars turned up and rather en- joyed seeing the camp and hotels and lake views and cloud–pictures (it was clearing again) First we stopped at “Rocky Point Inn” – which has two “sea" views and a bathing beach and a summer house on the point. Then we went over to “Cedar Island House” – with a quaint, comfy looking log boat house and

1899.
July 19. Wed. the thermometer was 54° – and a hearth fire going – when we got down to breakfast a little before nine. The breakfast was passable – but the coffee the worst ever. The man who smoked and looked was present. Trudy and I took a walk up by the old coach and across a funny little bridge over the inlet and down on the pier and about the piazza. Then came in and sat by the big window in rocking chair – listening to piano and mandolin (musicians in overcoats – the cold corner of the room) and chatting and I wrote a letter, too. The man with the pipe was there also, and on the pier. When we departed, at 10:45 on the double-decker "C.L. Stowell"! We sat in front of the pilot house with my steamer rug wound about us and our collars turned up and rather en- joyed seeing the camp and hotels and lake views and cloud–pictures (it was clearing again) First we stopped at “Rocky Point Inn” – which has two “sea" views and a bathing beach and a summer house on the point. Then we went over to “Cedar Island House” – with a quaint, comfy looking log boat house and
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