been essayed by our host, in the shape
of a voyage down the chasm in a boat. We presume he went at high water,
when the rapids would be less dangerous.

Keeseville is only four miles from Port Kent, a steamboat landing on
Lake Champlain nearly opposite Burlington, and the Adirondacs may then
be approached in several ways. A stage runs three times per week from
Keeseville through Elizabethtown and Schroon River to Schroon Lake.
North Elba and Lake Placid are some thirty-six miles distant, and may be
reached by a good road through the Wilmington Pass. Saranac is somewhat
farther, but readily accessible. Strong wagons and good teams are
everywhere to be found, and the only recommendation we here think
needful to make to the traveller is to have a good umbrella, a thick
shawl or overcoat, and as little other baggage as he or she can possibly
manage to find sufficient. Trunks are sadly in the way, and carpet bags
or valises the best forms for stowage under seats or among feet.

LOIS PEARL BERKELEY.

The fiery July noon was blazing over the unsheltered depot platform,
where everybody was in the agony of trying to compress half an hour's
work into the fifteen minutes' stop of the long express train. The day
was so hot that even the group of idlers which usually formed the still
life of the picture was out of sight on the shady side of the buildings.
Hackmen bustled noisily about; baggage masters were busier and crosser
than ever; there was the usual _melee_ of leave-takings and greetings.
With the choking dust and scalding glare of the sun, the whole scene
might have been an anteroom to Tophet.

From the car window, Clement Moore, brown, hollow-cheeked, and clad in
army blue, looked out with weary eyes on all the confusion. Half asleep
in the parching heat, visions of cool, green forest depths, and endless
ripple of leaves, of the ceaseless wash and sway of salt tides, drifted
across his brain, and rapt him out of the sick, comfortless present. But
they vanished like a flash with the sudden cessation of motion, and the
reality of his surroundings came back with a great shock. Captain
George, coming in five minutes after with a glass of iced lemonade in
one hand and a half dozen letters in the other, found necessary so much
of cheer and comfort as lay in--

'Keep courage, Clement, old fellow, it's only a few hours longer now.'

And then he fell to reading his epistles, testifying his disapprobation
of their conten