Identifier: camplifeinwilder00farr (find matches)
Title: Camp life in the wilderness
Year: 1879 (1870s)
Authors: Farrar, Charles Alden John, d. 1893. (from old catalog)
Subjects: Camping
Publisher: Boston, A. Williams and company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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o stop in Andover a couple ofmonths longer, and go up to the lakes in Septemberwith the Guide, and have a try at the ubig troutthat are taken in the fall. During the forenoon, for want of something betterto do, I took a three-quart tin pail and went downby the Ellis River, and in spite of the drizzling rainmanaged to return with the pail full of raspberries. After dinner the ladies devoted themselves to packing, a task which all my readers are familiarwith, and which it is said that ladies delight in.But it was not a very pleasant duty in our case,for we were all delighted with the place, and theladies declared they would spend the whole summerthere another year. During the afternoon there was a little lull inthe rain, and the landlord harnessed up a pair ofhorses, and he and I went out for a buckboard drivearound the square, a distance of about five miles. In the evening we had a call from some peoplewho were stopping at private boarding-houses nearthe hotel, and had a pleasant time.
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The Flume, Cataract Brook, Andover, Me. 222 CAMP LIFE IN THE WILDERNESS. Wednesday morning we had to be up early andlook after the baggage, and be sure that everythingwas in readiness. After idling about for two weeks,your things scattered here and there, you are veryapt to forget something, unless you look sharp. Our worthy host had served up an excellentbreakfast, and although one felt sad to leave, stillour grief had not destroyed our appetites, and wedid ample justice to the last meal. The coach came to the door, the ladies wereassisted to inside seats, for it was raining slightly,the gentlemen followed, our adieus were spoken,and the stage rolled away. The ride home was somewhat disagreeable, itraining all the way, and when we reached Bostonit poured. Taking hacks, we reached our homeswithout getting wet, but tired and sleepy, and our Trip to Andover and the Richardson Lakes be-came a memory of the past. Before saying adieu to my readers, I will add afew notes for their benefit.

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