Sylvan Glen Camp log
The late local historian Norm Strong claimed that Dr. Lafontaine Baldwin Powers' family, complete with servants, moved from Port Hope each August in the late 1880s to Bowen's Park, a camp located on Daniel Bowen's property at Sylvan Glen on the Ganaraska river, three miles north of town. The exact location of the park is unknown.
This 1890 log was found among Jessie Powers' belongings after her death in 1960. A notation was added at the top of page 53, Rebecca Powers, Port Hope Ontario 1893. Might she have been "Scribbler"?
All entries (the original log can be viewed by clicking on the page numbers) have been transcribed exactly as written. Unfortunately, the first three pages have deteriorated badly. There is a list of daily visitors at the end of the original log, but, for easier reading they have been listed at the end of each day's entry. Personal comments have also been added where applicable. The log was donated to the Port Hope Archives in 2006 by William Skitch. The watercolour drawing remains with the Skitch family.
Two postcards, published in the early 1900s, show the camp. On the coloured one (c1908), the similarity of the hat and dress of the girl in both watercolour and postcard is interesting.
July 30-Aug. 6.
Preparations superintended by Dr. Powers from July 30. Boys pitched first tent on July 30. Great improvements on season '88. New neat bridge constructed. Depth of water increased 2 feet by dam downstream - 4 tents fl(ooded?).
Telephone put into mother tent. Male cook engag(ed?). Pavilion floored with double canvas roof. Long benches ... the grounds. Fleet of two boats and 2 canoes at (dock?)
Underbrush cleared around the campground. Old tree destroyed by the winter's wear; its trunk left and se... as beacon light post as before. Rapids gone. Drive from highroad put in good condition. Campground extended ... tents moved farther back from the creek. Mosquito... plenty.
Aug. 6. Arrivals. Fair & warm.
Robie and Edith Hillier arrived during furious ... took possession of tent ... with mother tent.
10 P.M. Mrs. Powers, Je(ssie?) Powers and ...
... pitch dark night. The boys, informed by telephone, waited at gate with lantern and escorted the party. Jessie sin... camp far off. Beds in readiness in mother tent. Sweet ... trunk established. Little sleep.
Thursday. Aug. 7.
Mrs. Powers in town all day. Rachel came with Sam and kept Jessie company. Camp in confusion. Miss Minnie came w a load during afternoon. Henwood-Hawkins picnic on groun. Mrs. P. and Miss Clara B. arrived late at night. Felt rain while we were safe under canvas.
[Visitors: Maggie, Alice & Winnie Henwood; Misses Ada & Adele Hawkins; Miss Maude Prath, Miss Ida Scamens, Miss Young]
Friday. Aug. 8.
Mr. Bruce invalid, the young ladies having proved too much and too many for him; he spent the day in the hammock and lived on next to nothing. Campers busy settling, making beds and laying carpets. Mr. Lee and Dr. Hillier ... during afternoon; Stanley and Flora Harris in the evening.
John the cook proves to be an invaluable acquisition grunting ...
Mrs. Powers ...on all day, preserving fruit ... bananas and a watermelon, ...
[Visitors: Dr. Hillier; Mr. R. Lee; Miss Annie Harris; Miss E... Harris; Mr. Stanley Harris]
Saturday. Aug. 9. Fair.
by telephone, were brought to camp, counted (89 pieces), divided(?) and devoured. No visitors. During evening every camper, except cook, in boats and canoes, while the telephone rang unheard. Dr. and Mrs. P. arrived in camp at 10:30.
Sunday. Aug. 10. Cold and drizzling.
Camp settled, flag and sign up, everything tiptop order. Hilarious breakfast party, all wrapped up. Talk of snowstorm and snowshoes. During afternoon many visitors in pavilion, Marsh party, Furbys, etc. Mr. Powers fell into the creek at landing and kept company with cookstove for an hour.
During evening all campers, ten strong, were huddled together in cookhouse around stove. Mr. Powers held a lantern and to(ok?) several naps. Jessie in mother's lap. All the singers busy singing gospel hymns, Mr. Bruce playing the accompaniment on his mouth organ. Shawls and wraps in demand. Dr. was called to a patient at night.
[Visitors: Mr. Powers; Mr. Noseworthy; Frank, Herbert & Miss Noseworthy; Mr. Marsh; Miss Marsh; Mr & Mrs. W. Henwood; Mr. & Mrs. Furby]
Monday. Aug 11. Fair.
Ordinary camp work during forenoon. Meals at 9.1.6 in response to call on melodious tinpan. Furbys party, three young ladies, arrived to dinner. Bathing in the afternoon. Fernery made by old cedar stump. Crowd of visitors, 26-30.
Monday. Aug. 11. Bright & warm.
Organ was brought to camp and established in pavilion. Concert during evening, music both secular and sacred, mostly secular. Grand reel, led by Mrs. Powers herself, was danced on pavilion floor. Fine starlit night after gorgeous sunset. Young gentlemen came to camp with bananas. ... supper by lantern light, guests treated to sandwiches. Bugler Nelson with bugle arrived, left instrument with cook for meal calls and rising bell instead of tin pan. Bugler played on mouth organ with great success. Camp in great gl(ee?)
Dr. & Mrs. P. went to town at 10 P.M. Jessie gave a midnight concert, minor key, fortissimo. She took entire charge of the serenade and kept the whole camp awake until the wee small hours of the morning.
[Visitors: Mrs. T.C. Clark; Chas. Clark; Mrs. Wellington; Miss Hall; Georgie & Maize? Furby; Miss Ringsmill; Major Guernsey; Mrs. Fairbairn; Mrs. Shaw; Mrs. Adams; Miss May Marmion; Miss Eva Fortune; Miss Hume; Miss Barr; Mrs. Quantril; Mrs. Wilkinson; Mrs. Kinsman & 3 children; Mr. Lewis Ross; Mr. Rod. Smart; Mr. Watt; Mr. Harvey Henwood; Mr. Stanley Harris; Miss Sophia Guernsey; Miss Flora Harris; Mr. Nelson Reynolds]
Tuesday. Aug. 12. Fair & pleasant.
Jessie meek and subdued, mortification having set in when all bantered her at breakfast. Pictures taken by Mr. Williamson. Mrs. Powers, Mr. Lee, Dr. Powers and Dr. Purslow came during afternoon. Contributions ... cake, onions, cabbage. Bridal couple with Mrs. Guernsey, Trixie and Fairbairn children for a short call.
Tuesday. Aug. 12. Bright.
After tea, while music and songs were heard from pavilion and Mr. Lee was just ringing up Doctor by telephone, a large tree on the Henwood ground was uprooted and fell with a great crash across the creek, snapping telephone wire. Connection was made in the dusk, wire being spliced. Great excitement. Dodds party on creek with lanterns. John Cook sailed into the fallen tree, lost cap temporarily. Young ladies to tea at Canton with the Harrises, were escorted back to camp by Stanley Harris.
[Visitors: Miss M. Clemesha; Willie Clemesha; Miss M. Cowan; Mr. Williamson & friend; Mr. & Mrs. Featherstonhaugh; Mrs. Guernsey; Trixie Guernsey; Martha & Maurice Fairbairn; Mr. Lee; Dr. Purslow; 2 Misses Dodds; Mr. Dodds; Mr. Stanley Harris]
Wednesday. Aug. 13. Choice day.
Sewing in the morning. Susan Mag floating by herself downstream, rescued by Edith H. Scribbler, alone on board Dolce, paddling desperately with wooden spoon, taken in tow by relief party Willie Cl. & Miss Minnie. Fallen tree removed from creek by men and horse. Cushions made for canoes. Mrs. Loder, Dr. P., Mrs. Robertson arrived. First bonfire for camp season. Whole fleet on creek by bonfire light. Music & song.
[Visitors: Mrs. & Mr. Rooney; John Grimison; Mr. Ch. Powers; Mr. Fr. Lee; Dr. Clemesha; Mr. McKay; Mrs. P. Brown; Mrs. J. Robertson; Mrs. Currelly; Miss Currelly; Miss Flora Harris]
Thursday. Aug. 14. Cloudy, pleasant.
Apple paring bee. General bathing a la Long Branch, men, women, children and dogs.
Thursday. Aug. 14. Very pleasant.
Carbolic soap odor all around. Mr. Lee brought contribution of cabbage, pie, onions, pickles. Wet dogs in attendance, waiting for scraps. During afternoon photographic views were taken in camp, many groups on land and creek. Sam, Maggie and youngsters in a boat, sailing the way the river went, smiling and happy and well content. Scribbler writing log. Whole fleet on the creek, paddling up and down. Posing on the bridge for a picture. During evening all the boats on the creek by the light of a royal bonfire. After tea "Looking Backward" discussed on the premises. Uproarious camp, giggling, romping & music by Nelson, Bruce and Mrs. P. on organ, fiddle and mouthorgan. Bugle call to bed at 10 P.M.
[Visitors: Mr. Lee; Mr. Frank Lee; Mr. & Mrs Singleton & 4 children; Mrs. Thompson; Mr. Nelson Reynolds; Mr. & Mrs. Wilkinson & 3 children]
Friday. Aug. 15. Breezy, bright morning. Calm, lovely cool evening.
Sewing in the morning, Jessie dressmaking for Sweet on pavilion floor. Scribbler setting the boys to work at their French and German. During afternoon Mr. W. Henwood presented six boxes of honey. A blessing on him! The Kinsman Rutledge party, 4 strong, visited campground. The boys had their first recitation out of visitors' reach behind mothertent. Mrs. Andrews with Mrs. Burrows, Mrs. Furby and Mrs. Guernsey came and took tea with us. Mrs. Powers went to town for a couple of hours and returned with Miss Smith. Meanwhile, Mrs. Lauder and her Annie had walked to camp, enjoyed canoeing and the bonfire. The small fry, Robie, Edith & Willie Cl. planted lanterns along the driveway to the gate. John & Scribbler picked them from the trees like apples after having escorted Mrs. Loder to gate in the dark. Winding up the day in a bread & butter raid in cookhouse.
[Visitors: Mr. W. Henwood; Mrs. Kinsman; Mrs. Rutledge & 2 children; Mrs. Andrews; Mrs. Burrows; Mrs. Furby; Mrs. Guernsey; Mr. Armstrong; Mrs. Rowland; Mrs. & Annie Lauder; Miss Ellen Smith]
Saturday. Aug. 16. Very bright.
Odd Saturday jobs, getting camp clean for expected visitors. Two little girls, Noble & Kinsman, arrived for the day with gifts of apples and milk. Robie, Honey and Ching-Ching bathing and abandoning Susan Mag full of water. Stacks of sandwiches made. General Lee's gift of a boiled ham, highly decorated with S.G.C. monogram of cloves. Also a flourbag of onions (ye stars!), a bottle of pickles, and three pies. Long live the general! Crowds of visitors. Nibbs and Bruce paddling the one load after the other up and down stream. Burnham party towing Susan Mag to landing, where Bruce rinsed her like a tub. Mr. Powers brought market load of provisions from town and a splendid muskalong,
gift of Mrs. Sophia Bletcher. Ching-Ching, the camp baby, dragged muskalonge by the tail to cookhouse, doubled up with exertion. [Afternoon visitors: Annie Noble; Miss Kinsman; Mr. Chas. Powers; Mr. General Lee; Miss Emma Robertson; 2 Misses Turpin; Mrs. & Mr. Burnham; Maud & Hazel Burnham; Kate Guernsey; Rev. Mr. Daniel; Mrs. Clemesha; Mrs. MacKay?; Mrs. Bletcher; Miss Pet Bletcher; Mrs. Douglas & 3 children]
Sat. Aug. 16. Night calm & pleasant.
Accident caused by playfulness happened at tea to Auntie Clara who had to do extra Saturday mending. Lanterns planted along the driveway. Mysterious joke about "green bear". Evening visitors streaming into camp at dusk, young ladies and their beaux, banjo players, bugler, drum & fife band. Excitement at its highest pitch. General Lee performing as drum major behind the big drum, his light suit conspicuous in the gloaming. Bonfire of huge stumps built to mountain heights. Grand reel, quadrille and round dances on greensward by lantern light, couples noiselessly flitting over campground, kicking up clouds of dust. Dogs capering between dancers. Canoes and boats on creek
off and on all evening. Scribbler in canoe running into cedar and being caught by the hair like Absalon. Bugler announcing new arrivals, Mr. & Mrs. Croil & Ruby, with Dr. Powers. Drum & fife, banjo & mouthorgan music until 11 P.M. when visitors retired through the woods. Drum & fife were heard long after like a faint echo in the distance. Campfire smoldering all night.
[Evening visitors: Miss Spooner; Mr. Stearn; Misses Sophia & Kate Guernsey; Mr. Charley Guernsey; Mr. Corbett; Misses Georgie & Ma... Furby; Miss Bl. Kingsmill; Mr. Wath?; Mr. Harvey Henwood; Mr. W. Henwood; Misses Maggie, Alice & Winnie Henwood; Mr. Frank Lee; Mr. Martin; Mr. Furby; Mr. & Mrs. Croil & Ruby; Dr. White & friend; Mr. & Mrs. Beggs; Mr. Gilchrist; Mr. Brundrett; Mr. Milward; Mr. Nelson Reynolds; Mr. G? Vint; Mr. Maybee; Mr. McElroy (latter 3 drum & fife); Mr. Harry Chisholm]
Sunday. Aug. 17. Downpour all forenoon & afternoon.
2 Zips and Trever visiting tents early in the morning. Ravenous breakfast party. Trever, General's large dog, discovered taking his rest in camp beds. Pavilion affords shelter to campers who spend time reading, playing, writing, while the heavy rain patters on canvas roof. Plumduff
filling and solid like a brick. Tongue and General's gift ham heartily enjoyed.
Sunday. Aug. 17. Evening. Clear with gorgeous sunset.
Patter! patter! all afternoon but the rain was warm. During evening it cleared up, high blue sky and fleecy clouds with gorgeous sunset viewed from the remains of old cedar at "Sunset Point". Trever and Zip playing around in puppy fashion. A little singing of hymns. Jessie got hold of dog in the dark, while packing up Sweet's traps, and finding a bit of plush firmly believed dog's tail had come off. Dr. P. came with Mr. Winslow. Dr. & Mr. Croil slept in pavilion, but were disturbed off and on by large dog Trever lying on their feet. Trever was turned out, but returned paying also stray visits to other bedrooms. Numerous footprints of Trever's left on Scribbler's clean quilt. Poor Jessie had toothache all night.
[Visitors: Mr. C. Powers; Mr. Winslow]
Monday. Aug. 18. Beautiful day.
Omelette and ham, porridge & coffee for breakfast, with potatoes & toast. Photographs taken by Mr. Croil during forenoon. Photographed around dinner table and arranged in a pyramidal group on the old stump. Mr. Croil & Nibbs broke down in the hammock. A party of campers with Mr. Croil and camera went up to Wilkinson's to photograph the family for their own gratification. While waiting for the mother, who had gone out to pick berries, we sat outside the flower-grown porch watching the dogs, ducklings and chickens. The two Zips got into trouble, their dog nature prompting them to chase the small chickens. Little Zip was called to order by large shepherd dog and was chastised by Mr. Croil. Zips could no more be trusted on their four
feet among so many temptations and were thus kept lying in our laps until the end of performance. Shepherd dogs objected to having their pictures taken. Little Zip led to camp on a string in disgrace marched remorsefully past the barnyard fowls jeered by turkeygobbler. On returning to camp found a crowd of visitors, known and unknown. Ferryman Nibbs took load after load down stream and submitted gracefully to duties of hospitality. More pictures were taken with creek and campground alive with groups. Pink dresses; ultra-fashionable young man in divided striped flannel shirts. By supper time visitors had retired from grounds. A new party arrived in time for bonfire. Box of taffy sent to Robie by Mrs. Burnham. Tomatoes, potatoes & corn with Dr. Purslow's compliments. Basket of eggs from Mrs. Lauders. Watching the myriads of sparks rise towards myriads of stars. New moon. Camp songs, Jessie joining her treble in "Pullie pigie tailie".
[Visitors: Mr. Bean; Miss Clemesha; Miss Marion Clemesha; Miss Mabel Cowan; Misses Nellie & May Marmion; 2 Misses Bethune; Miss Chisholm; Miss Short; Miss Wellington; Mr. C.; Mr. Reed; Mrs. Honey & vis.; Mrs. Dyer; Mr. Furby; Mr. C. Powers; 2 Misses Kinsman; Singleton; Small; McEwen; Mr. & Mrs. Runnels; Upton Runnels; Miss Runnels]
Favorite camp fruit: Onions.
Favorite camp song: Annie Rooney.
Favorite music: Bugle call to meals.
Favorite occupation: Chewing gum.
Favorite camp flower: Golden rod.
Favorite camp drug: Ginger & Eno's Fruit Salts.
Grand camp dessert: Plumduff.
Grand camp comforts: John & Telephone.
No camp slang in 1890.
Tuesday. Aug. 19. Cloudy - morning. Rainy afternoon & evening.
Mrs. Croil entertained us at breakfast with capital mimicking. Little Zip spent night in mother tent under a bed. Mrs. P. and Mrs. Croil walked to town during morning. General Lee arrived with Trever, and a supply of chewing gum, assuming responsibility as camp father at meals. Mr. Hewson, Bruce and sister called during afternoon, Miss Hill in the evening. A rubber of whist with patched pack of cards; discovery that some hands contained 15 or 16 cards, and king of diamonds finding himself face to face with his double on table. First camp story told by Scribbler. Wordgame "Throwing light." Rod Stair/Stare, Log. Games of rounds in dining pavilion. Dr. & Mrs. Powers and Mrs. Croil returned at 9 P.M. in the rain. Winding up visit to cookhouse.
[Visitors: General Lee; Flossie Hewson; Miss Hill; Mr. Hewson]
Wednesday. Aug. 20. Wonderfully bright morning. Fine day altogether.
Camp and campers odorous with onions. Breakfast at 9:30. Fried porridge, toast, veal and potatoes. Great fun and laughter, Mrs. Croil leading. Campmother & Bruce paddled down creek for spring water in the morning. Children & Scribbler went bathing in the creek. Water rather cold. Dr. P., Miss Jones & Mrs. Bowen came for dinner, also Charlie Guernsey. Macaroni and bread pudding, fried eggs and bacon, tomatoes. All afternoon & evening a perfect stream of visitors poured into camp and were escorted round the premises, peeping into tents and cookhouse, standing on bridge, looking up and downstream, getting in and out of boats and canoes, expressing their delight and wonder in very much the same expressions, and finally proceeding to their rigs and driving east out of the woods.
Lady visitors invariably notice the clock and pump in cookhouse, the watertank under the awning, the washstand in bathroom, the ferns in the woods, and the logs across the creek overhanging the water. Gentlemen visitors take a more general view of the place and enjoy paddling. Telephone brought alarming news of Grandma Powers being worse [Eliza S. (Jones); died 12 October]. Mrs. P. was called to town in haste. Mr. Ch. Powers came for her at teatime. After dark bonfire was lit, the prettiest we ever had, built like a pyramid & burning with a bright flame. Fine calm evening, starlit but rather cool. A whole crowd of youthful picnic-visitors from surrounding farms appeared
Wedn. Aug. 20. Stars, new moon & bonfire.
on campground, congregating around hammocks and keeping somewhat in the background, longingly viewing canoes & boats, but not quite able to manage paddles on creek which was unusually low. Mrs. Croil & Auntie Clara tried to talk to strangers but conversation flagged, and after 9 P.M. they all took French leave.
Campers, with Stanley & Flora Harris, remained round bonfire for warmth and sociability. Sweet corn was being roasted in the ashes under bonfire stumps. Those who stayed long enough after bedtime to eat it said it was "lovely". Bugle call for "lights out" after 10 P.M., the distant echo of the woods distinctly repeating the whole strain a few seconds later. New moon looking curiously down on camp through cedar tops across creek.
[Visitors: Charley Guernsey; Miss Jones; Miss Bowen; Mrs. Hawkins; Miss Stevens; Mrs. Harris; Miss Annie Harris; Prof. & Mrs. Burwash; 2 Misses Chisholm; Miss Renwick; 2 Misses Milligan; 2 Misses Cochrane; Miss Ada Hawkins; Mr. Ballagh; Mrs. Peters; Mrs. Furby; Mr. Ch. Powers; Mr. & Mrs. Beatty; Miss Walsh; Mr. Philp; Stanley Harris; Miss Flora Harris; 3 Harris children; Mr. & Mrs. Thompson & 2 small boys; Miss Lannin; Mr. & Mrs. Baker & 2 children; Mrs. Week; 30 young people]
Thursday. Aug. 21. Regular downpour.
Pat! pat! pat! On waking the rain beat like muffled drums on tent awnings. Campers arrayed in rubber from top to toe; drops gleaming like silver dollars on surface of creek; tent roofs and trees dripping by the bucketfuls; pools forming on paths and around pavilions and tent floors. Canvas and clothing getting damp, damper, dampest. Sky looks like a huge, grimy awning; every bush a weeping willow. Dogs unwilling to leave tents. Second flood preparing to wipe out camp, campers and their sins. All congregate in pavilion, transformed into an immense tent with board doors. Floor soaking wet. Six young people around table during forenoon, eating popcorn and playing games to keep the blues away. Distant thunder. No visitors just now.
Thursday. Aug. 21. Clearing.
Dinner in cookhouse, all huddled together. Creek getting alarmingly high and muddy. Cook uses rainwater for teakettle. Towards evening about teatime, it cleared up. Sunset very fine. Distribution of candy. Auntie Clara has her fortune told. Bonfire drives damp away and makes the world look cheerful. Sweet corn roasted on the burning logs and eaten off the cobs with salt and butter. Shower during night.
[Visitors: Charley Guernsey; Mr. Wilson; 4 Sons of Canada; Mrs. Wilkinson]
Friday. Aug. 22. Bright in the morning, cloudy and unsettled in the afternoon.
General airing of damp bedclothes, carpets, cushions, tents. Mrs. Croil goes to town, General Lee having driven out for her. Small quiet dinner party: corn, stew, potatoes & rice pudding. Visitors from town in cab and carriage. Cool and breezy. Youngsters left without their mothers behave creditably and amuse themselves washing Sweet's clothes. Treat of apples & bananas. Edith & Rob collapsed in hammock.
Friday. Aug. 22. Very cool evening.
Helms & Singletons during afternoon, were left to Miss Minnie's tender mercies. Tea & cake dispensed in pavilion. After tea at sunset Dr. P. and Mrs. Lauder arrived. Grand sunset in copper colors. Rob & Scribbler accompanied Dr. and Mrs. Lauder to gate, gathering golden rod. Fortune telling. Mrs. P. came with a wagonload full of eatables late at night.
[Visitors: Mr. General Lee; Mrs. & Mr. Singleton & 2 children; Mrs. John Helm; Mrs. Henry Helm; Frank & Walter Helm; Mr. Burwash; George Bean; Mrs. Lauder; Mr. Ch. Powers]
Saturday. Aug. 23. Glorious day.
Grand airing and sunning of bedclothes; campgrounds looking like a huge crazy quilt until after dinner. Auntie Clara departs, making the first break in the merry camp party; she and her chum walked to town with a list half a yard long of all the things to be attended to. General Lee on the pre-
mises with Trever heralding his arrival through the woods at dinner time. General decorating bridge, tents and grounds with flags, lending a hand and a good word of advice everywhere.
Saturday. Aug. 23. Choice day.
Grand scale manufacture of sandwiches - 400 pieces. Eight campers employed for several hours. Boys ran meat machine reducing a ham and a quantity of veal to pulp. Mrs. P., Auntie Clara, Miss Minnie & Honey cut and buttered the bread. Rob & Scribbler spread the meat on the slices and piled up the stacks in packages of 50 or 100, wrapped in wet towels. All worked like machines for dear life. Into the 400 sandwiches entered:
4 pounds of butter
10 loaves of bread
1 roast of veal
Saturday. Aug. 23. Sons of Canada.
After dinner the tents were tidied, the grounds raked and made neat, flags set up, ferns gathered, etc. Burnham party arrived and stayed to tea bringing cake, chili sauce, etc. The black bottle containing the latter was in great demand. In one hour a banner of maple leaves pinned on duck and reading "Welcome" was made, and hung under the camp sign by General Lee who stood in a buggy on the drive. 16 sat down to tea, a very good one. Next Chinese lanterns were got ready and planted out; a splendid bonfire was lit; lanterns under bridge reflected themselves beautifully in creek; half moon looked down on the doings. At 7:30 John with bugle went down the path saluting Sons of Canada who answered with their horn. Presently visi-
tors arrived in their rigs and a party of young folks with apostles' horses.
Saturday. Aug. 23. Fine cool evening.
Camp looked wonderfully bright and attractive in its party dress. Campers felt rather excited. Evening so cool that bonfire and enthusiasm were needed to keep people warm. Sons of Canada were welcomed; groups of men, women and children were seen all evening around bonfire, standing or seated. Camp dogs, three in number, provided with red ribbons round their necks, capered around and made things look more lively. Mr. Monaghan sang a few comic songs with great success, the audience laughing and clapping hands, Ruby Croil asking for more. Chinaman's song was very popular, "encore" requested by Ruby.
By and by coffee and tea, steaming hot, together with sandwiches, were handed round by five ushers. Everybody was ready for refreshments. Sons of Canada sang a special song in Dr. Powers honor, with words composed for the occasion. After 10 P.M. the entire party sang "God Save the Queen", the men standing bareheaded around the pavilion.
On Dr. Powers arrival during evening three cheers and a tiger were given for him by Sons of Canada, and when they marched off through the dark woods another cheer was heard outside the door sign. It was altogether a successful entertainment. Sons of Canada were remembered all Sunday by campers, having left a basket of bananas as a souvenir. Some of the men enjoyed canoeing though they knew nothing about paddling and were seen manoeuvring around and entering landing place rear end of canoes foremost.
After campers were left by themselves Grandma performed an involuntary feat of high gymnastics down the bank and over a long bench in the darkness. She bruised her head, was treated with witch hazel and hot water, kept up very bravely through it all,
and retired with a slice of porterhouse steak used externally, in order to avoid greeting the beautiful Sabbath morning with the prize-fighter's emblem - a black eye.
[Visitors: Mr. General Lee; Mr. J. Slessor (Montreal); Mrs. Burnham; 4 Misses Burnham; Sophia Guernsey; Miss Kingsmill; Georgie Furby; Harvey Henwood; Mr. Stearn; Mrs. Kinsman; Harry Kinsman; Mrs. & Mr. Wilkinson; Mr. Ch. Powers; Mr. Campbell; Mr. Philp; 35 Sons of Canada; Mr. Martin; Mr. & Mrs. Featherstonhaugh & baby]
Sunday. Aug. 24. Beautiful day.
Eight campers with their badges walked through the dewy woods and fields to Canton morning service and listened to Rev. Tomkin's simple, thoughtful sermon on Contentment. The Rev. doubted whether he could find a contented man or woman, but Sylvan Glen Campers might have convinced him that contentment flourishes in camp, anyway, if he could only see and hear us at mealtimes, light hearted and ravenous, aiding digestion with merry bursts of laughter.
Furbys arrived to partake of a splendid Sunday dinner: chickens, corn, beets, plumduff.
All the World and his wife appeared on
campgrounds during afternoon, the whole County seemed to have its trysting-place there. Mrs. Powers and Mrs. Croil drove to town to interview Baby Andrew and hear Baby's father hold forth to the M.E. congregation. Meanwhile Scribbler had a scare, the infants being discovered missing. A detachment went out by water and land to shout for the "Babes in the Woods" who had gone downcreek with John, without giving notice. Singing of hymns in pavilion. Visits to cookhouse in a banana and chicken raid.
Fermentation of feelings among younger campers, quieted down by campmother's remonstrations. Scribbler told chestnut story.
No bonfire but a bright moon.
Dr. came out to stay all night. His tent was broken at 3 A.M. by a telephone call to relieve suffering humanity.
[Visitors: Mr. & Mrs. Furby; Mr. & Mrs. Hewson; Mrs. Harris; Dr. & Mrs. Burwash; 2 Misses Harris; Mr. Stanley Harris; Maud & Adele Burnham; Katie Guernsey; Lily Paterson; Miss Bethune; Mr. Bethune; Mr. & Mrs. Hawkins & baby; Miss Stevens; Mrs. Bowen; Mrs. J. Hawkins; Mr. Bowen; Mr. G. Bowen; Mrs. Wilkinson and offsprings; Mr. Campbell; Mrs. Graham & family; Miss Annie Stillwell & beau; Miss Waddell; Mr. W. Henwood]
Monday. Aug. 25. Bright.
Banana case investigated at breakfast. Circumstantial evidence doubtful; personal evidence in coated tongues. Mrs. Judge Powers admonished culprits and administered Eno's Fruit Salt.
Mrs. P. & Scribbler walked to Mrs. Harris and had a chat in her cool parlor. On returning to camp Trever Lee in his boisterous demonstration of welcome grabbed Scribbler's hand and wrist between his teeth and held them as in a vice for several minutes. Scribbler could feel and see the friendly grasp for an hour after.
Bruce H. got into the creek, jumping out of the canoe in an emergency out of consideration for Nibb's best Sunday-go-to-meeting clothes. This noble sacrifice made Bruce appear for the rest of the day in pearl-grey dudish pants.
Youngsters went in bathing too late in the day, were hustled out at bugle call for dinner and dressed in haste.
Many visitors during afternoon. Dogs swimming and racing in creek and along banks.
Mrs. P. and Mrs. Croil called on Miss Hill and invited her to dinner for next day.
Nibbs got into a hornet's nest at tea and was rather exasperated by the various stings. No wonder! This world deals unmercifully with tender shoots of romantic feeling. Does Nibbs know the old Swedish saying: "One's own kin is the worst lot, anyway, said the fox about the red dogs when he dodged them."
Scribbler kept Ruby and Jessie quiet and forgetful of their absent mothers by telling them the story of "Snow-White" twice.
3 Monaghan boys came after dark also Miss Fl. Harris. Grand concert of campsongs, accompaniment of organ and mouth organ! Violin solo. Little boys sang comic song.
Monday. Aug. 25.
Bulldog Tommy looked fierce & growling at 2 Zips, Spot and Trever. Tommy had to be collared and kept captive by his young masters. Trever absconded mysteriously. Zip Powers spent night in boys' tent in sole possession; Zip Bruce supremely happy in featherbed in spare tent. Zip's master's resentment continued long after sunset, when Scripture requires us to lay by all wrathful feelings. Great snoring concert on premises; performers were located in tents right and left of Scribbler's, who may have snored too, for all she knows, from sheer force of imitation.
Cookhouse very much patronized after 10 P.M. Robbie went to town late to get books and see the baby.
[Visitors: J.G. Williams; Mr. J. Clemesha; Mr. Ramsden; Mr.. & Mrs. Ramsden & 2 children; Mrs. Fairbairn & baby Maud; Mr. & Mrs. Bletcher & Gerold; Ned Haskill; Mrs. Haskill & children; Rev. Wilbur Andrews; Miss Fl. Harris; Mr. Stanley Harris; Mr. & Mrs. Hawkins; Mr. & Miss Thompson; 3 Monaghan boys; Will Skitch; Mrs. Leader; Mrs. Sleeman]
Tuesday. Aug. 26. Fine. Later on cloudy, but pleasant.
Mr. Ch. Powers & Robie appeared early from town. Mrs. Powers & brother-in-law went to Mrs. Harris. Youngsters went in bathing. Scribbler made up for arrears in log.
During afternoon Mrs. P. and Mrs. Croil went to town. No visitors during afternoon. Very few campers on the grounds.
Bonfire lit during evening. Scribbler kept infants quiet by story telling, and the pair of girls behaved as well as their dollies went to bed without a murmur and slept all night undisturbed.
Miss Minnie and Miss Florence Harris had visitors of the male persuasion for a regular evening call. The couples went canoeing. Miss Minnie's special visitor took naturally to the water, as might be expected from his name. A very late crowd, no one in bed before midnight; restful night.
[Visitors: Mr. & Mrs. Horseford; Miss Rose; Mr. Ch. Powers; Miss Hill; Miss Flora Harris; Mr. Williams; Mr. Fish; Mr. Stanley Harris]
Wednesd. Aug. 27. Bright morning. Thunderstorm & showers during p.m. Fine moon light night.
It rained during the night, but when campers crept out of canvas doors the morning was bright.
Waiting all morning for carriage from town. Mrs. Clemesha & Miss Chisholm came for dinner, but did not enjoy thunder and lightning for dessert. Mrs. P. & Mrs. Croil came during the storm. Heavy showers during afternoon. Henwood family, the Harris & Burwash families in a picnic party. Grand tea at two tables, the old folks first, young people last. Cream pie, gingersnaps, tomatoes, coconut cake and jelly cake, honeycomb, pickles, homemade bread, currant loaf, fine buns.
Mrs. Harris & Scribbler ventured out alone after tea in a canoe, bumped against logs and banks right & left, and afforded
by their zigzag course great amusement to the spectators on shore.
[Visitors: Mrs. Clemesha; Miss W. Chisholm; Mr. Ch. Powers; Mr. & Mrs. Henwood & 3 girls; Mrs. Harris; Miss Fl. & Annie Harris; Mr. Stanley Harris; Mrs. Burwash; Hazel Burwash]
Royal bonfire and grand concert, everybody highly entertained by Mr. Monaghan's comic songs & recitation. Children in highest spirits, clamorous for "encores". Mr. Monaghan gave us "Getting a big boy now, Chinaman's songs, Is Marriage a failure?, Durhey's Blessing on the dance". His boys sang, Miss Flo. Harris played, Mr. Stanley recited about the dutchman setting the hen in a barrel. A very successful evening - the only drawback was Dr. Powers' absence. Late in the evening Honey left camp in the wagon with Mr. Chas. P. and Mrs. Eliza Henwood. Honey is a nice child and left many friends behind among the campers.
[Evening visitors: Mrs. Eliza Henwood; Mr. & Mrs. McMullin & 3 children; Mrs. & Mr. Peters; Mr. & Mrs. Monaghan; 5 young people; Mrs. Skitch & Willie; 2 friends; Mr. & Mrs. Marsh; Miss Marsh; Rev. Mr. & Mrs. Kilgour; 12 country boys]
Thursday. Aug. 28. Beautiful day.
Early in the day Mrs. P. & Scribbler sat down at mess table to prepare watermelon rind for pickles. Mrs. Rose with husband and married daughter made an early camp call and partook of watermelon. Next the Ramsdens arrived, baby and all and dined in camp. Apple - and tomato-paring in cookhouse.
During afternoon Mrs. P., Mrs. Croil and Miss Minnie drove to town to attend the Horsford's garden party or "At home".
Mrs. P. engaged a maid in town.
Nibbs walked in before noon to see Honey off. Ah! Ah! Alack!
Ruby and Jessie paddled in creek with George Ramsden.
While canoeing down stream the camp was left for 10 minutes in charge of Zip Bruce.
Thursday. Aug. 28. Very bright.
Not a human being in Sylvan Glen Camp. All the doors open. On returning, 4 female campers set to make Russian candy with milk & sugar boiled together. Milk curdled. Cook did not return and Scribbler got tea with Robie's help, a good tea too, though late in the day.
Barrett party made a hasty call while we were at table; were sent by Bruce down stream. No bonfire, but a gorgeous full moon, making the banks of the creek look like fairy land. Monaghan boys came and sang, playing and college songs in plenty, girls sitting on one side, boys on the other in pavilion. Jessie & Ruby as good as gold.
Ruby's new large dolly, Snow White, had
to have her new white dress taken to the creek and washed because "a grasshopper spit tobacco on it", according to Ruby's statement.
Thursday. Aug. 28. Most beautiful night in camp.
Mrs. Powers, Mrs. Croil & Doctor P. came during the evening.
Robie & Scribbler ventured out in canoe just as the 10 o'cl. bugle called "lights out". The stream was flooded in moonlight, the shadows of the trees looked lovely, so paddled very fast and talked very little, because their mouths were full of taffy and their mood too poetic for expression.
Scribbler told the ladies' fortune by the light of a lantern on pavilion table. Private and confidential. Midnight hour was favorable to lift future's veil. Time will tell if all comes true.
A skunk had scented the riverbank.
[Visitors: Mr. & Mrs. Rose; Mrs. Barnes; Mr. & Mrs. Ramsden; Mrs. Ramsden; Master George Ramsden; baby Ramsden; Mr. Chestnut; Mr. & Mrs. Barrett & friend; Mr. & Mrs. Noble & 4 children; Mr. Martin; Mr. Philp; 2 Kinsman girls; Mr. Hawkins & Gertie; Willie Skitch; 3 Monaghan boys]
Friday. Aug. 29. Showery. A real April day.
Bright gleams of sunlight when everybody at once laid plans for visiting, and airing of camp clothes; again heavy showers, when everybody ran to let down their tent flaps, take in their things etc. Telephone on duty nearly all the time. Misunderstanding of messages, and subsequent fool's errand to town by Nibbs.
About 11 A.M. Mrs. Croil & Scribbler arrayed like the worst tramps and ready to have the worst weather, started through woods, on their visit to Brooklands and Miss Hill. They met Miss Minnie & buggy at gate and drove on top of the hill. Were caught in a pelting rainstorm on the road, tripped in Indian file through the mud along the ditch and arrived at destination very much bedraggled.
Friday. Aug. 29. April day. Thunder.
Miss Hill's various curiosities and treasures were duly examined & admired. Table was set with beautiful china, heavy damask, cut glass and solid silver. Old time drawings and family portraits on exhibition. Lunch with lengthy chat. Atmosphere most drowsy and magnetic. When old time dresses were exhibited Scribbler's imagination was worked up to the pitch of hallucination. Mrs. Croil flushed & nervous feeling as uncanny as the rest among the relics of by-gone days in a dim light and close atmosphere. Miss Minnie & Scribbler walked to camp in fine weather and blessed the sunlight and summer breeze.
Mrs. Croil & Miss Hill drove and did not catch up the pedestrians. Miss Hill had her fortune told in Scribbler's tent, and went away pleased & hopeful.
Friday. Aug. 29. Pelting thundershower.
Tea with 4 visitors: Mr. Furby, Mr. Mulligan, the Misses Munsell under dripping awning. John's buns receive due appreciation. Robie had washed & cleaned boats and canoes during afternoon. Campgrounds had been tidied. Campmother had made a delicious marble cake. Nibbs & Bruce had gone to tea at Canton.
During the heavy rain Georgie Furby and Loo Ross made their appearance, and later on Dr. P. and Mr. Lee. General stayed but a little while. Refreshments served in pavilion: buns and hopbitters. Mrs. P. played and Ruby sang beside her a good many college songs.
By 10 P.M. it had cleared and fullmoon sailed triumphantly among fleecy clouds. [Visitors: 2 Misses Munsell; Miss Hill; Mr. Furby; Mr. Mulligan (Lindsay); Mr. John Clemesha; Miss Georgie Furby; Mr. Loo Ross; General Lee]
Saturday. Aug. 30. Weather unsettled, but no rain. High winds and chilly atmosphere.
Unsettled weather yet and chilly. Everybody wrapped up at breakfast. Creek very muddy and higher than ever this camp season. Campfire-place and landing look like islands. Canoes on bank turned bottom up. Creek has become a respectable river, its color a genuine raw umber. Dam holds good.
Mrs. Croil & Miss Georgie walked towards town before ten o'cl.
Mrs. P. and Scribbler sallied forth to reach the Henwood house by a short cut through woods and fields, which proved to be a rather round-about road. They climbed fences and found themselves "in clover" for quite a while. Weather cool enough for October.
Saturday. Aug. 30. Unsettled. High winds.
Mrs. P. & Scribbler sat down to a very good dinner and were afterwards driven in a wagon back to camp.
Swarms of visitors during afternoon, especially young girls and little girls.
Great accident up stream in the rapids. Nibbs with Marion Clemesha on creek struck a leak in canoe while shooting the rapids near Canton bridge. It did not last long before the canoe filled with water and finally tipped. Lady & gentleman found themselves suddenly in the rapid current up to their waists, Nibbs holding on to canoe, paddle and lady until all reached the bank in safety! Rescuing party despatched up stream with dry clothes for the shipwrecked; wreck taken
to landing and drydock; canoe turned bottom up for inspection.
Large tea party; two tables the one after the other. Mr. Croil arrived with Mr. Furby bringing presents for Ruby, belated birthday gifts for the little lady, and photographs of camp, which were greatly admired. Amateur pictures far ahead of professional pictures for clearness and artistic finish as well as judicious selection of views.
Grand bonfire built in the gloaming to cheer the chilly who were wrapped up in Canadian winter wear and felt none too warm.
Sandwiches prepared in a flurry after tea for evening guests from town.
[Afternoon visitors: Mrs. & Mr. W. Henwood; Winnie, Maggie & Alice Henwood; Mrs. Horsford; Miss Rose; Mr. Horsford; Mrs. Clemesha; Will Clemesha; Marion Clemesha; Mrs. Chisholm; Alice Chisholm; Mrs. Burnham; 3 Misses Burnham; Mrs. Murphy; Jennie Small; Katie & Trixie Guernsey]
Saturday. Aug. 30. Fine chilly moonlight night.
By 8 P.M. the crowd around pavilion and bonfire so dense it seemed all the township was represented, as far as the younger male generation goes. Eyes, ears and mouths wide open.
Quartette of brass instruments in pavilion. Mr. Monaghan recited several pieces and delighted the audience.
20 people partook of sandwiches, tea & coffee. Mrs. P. used up 2 loaves of bread for a sufficient quantity of sandwiches for 20.
Old cedar stump caught fire by sparks from bonfire. Hook-and-ladder company, represented by John, Nibbs, Mr. Henwood & General Lee, were on duty; tinpail and dipper doing service instead of engine & hose.
Saturday. Aug. 30. Chilly moonlight night. Strong breeze.
Ruby drove to town with her father after having distributed her candy all round in the generosity of her little heart. She promised to be back next day.
Marion Clemesha had her fortune told in mother-tent & recorded statements.
Bugle call about 11 p.m. 4 little girls went to sleep with Jessie & Mrs. P. in mothertent.
Little Zip pushed his familiarity so far as to jump up on Scribbler's bed in the night and sleep on the same pillow, snoring and crowding Scribbler to the wall.
Telephone message of General Lee having received by early morning mail a valuable express package containing son and heir. Campers rejoice at news. Long live little General Lee junior, who ought to be campbaby-elect for next season! [Sadly, Maurice Virtue Lee died of inflamation of the lungs 21 January 1891, at 5 months of age.]
[Evening visitors: Mr. Furby; Mr. Croil; 2 Misses Leader; May Small; Annie Berry; Mr. Willie Robertson; Mr. Monaghan; Mr. Chas. Monaghan; 2 Mr. Smith; Mr. Warner; Mr. Skitch; Willie Skitch; Mr. General Lee; Dr. Purslow; Mr. Armstrong; Mr. Wood & 2 sons; Mr. & Mrs. Currily & 2 young ladies; 2 Misses Kinsman; Mr. Burwash; 2 Misses Harris; Mr. St. Harris; 25 country people]
Sunday. Aug. 31. Last Sabbath in camp. Beautiful day.
5 girls walked early to town after their night in camp.
Morning concert in pavilion instead of church service.
Miss Minnie spent day at the Harris'.
Jessie is still a "pony" because she has been "a little hoarse" these last days.
Since the heavy rains the fernery is putting forth new leaves of maiden hair ferns. So naturally sylvan does that rockery look that strangers are seen picking maiden hair ferns off it believing themselves in presence of an old overgrown stump in the wild woods. If that stump could be transported to the Leach house in Saratoga, it would fetch $200. such as it stands.
Sunday. Aug. 31. Glorious day.
Visitors arrived during afternoon, among others Mrs. Burnham, who has taken a great fancy to camp, and Mrs. Guernsey. A quiet evening with singing of hymns around the organ in the pavilion. Jessie sang heartily all the choruses, as hoarse as a little crow. Ruby, Jessie and Hazel sitting in a row and singing with all their might. When visitors wanted to drive off Ruby was seized with longing after her "ma" and departed with the rest. Grandmother gathered her chickens around her in mothertent and was kept awake from early dawn from anxiety to get little girls off to town and school in good time early in the morning. Breakfast at seven, while Scribbler still slept forgetful of her sore, tyrannical back.
[Visitors: Mrs. Noble & baby; Mrs. Graham & child; Mr. & Mrs. Spry; Mr. & Mrs. Long; Mrs. Burnham & 3 Misses Burnham; Mrs. Guernsey; Ruby Croil; Mr. Furby; Mr. Croil]
Monday. Sept. 1st. Perfect day.
No bugle that morning for fear of wakening lazy Scribbler.
Most beautiful day, the last one in camp. Never had the sky been so blue, the trees so beautifully reflected in creek, the grounds so green, the scene so peaceful.
Soon after breakfast packing was in full sway, bedding hung over the bushes, blankets were folded, floors were swept for the last time this season. Grasshoppers, Daddy-Longlegs and crickets capered around and wondered, if campers really meant to evict them in dead earnest and bereave them of civilized homes. How empty the tents looked!
Mr. Croil & camera arrived, and a final
set of pictures was taken, among others campers gathered in and around Mr. Armstrong & wagon. Down came the bathroom tent. Load after load was taken away, canoes were carried into wagons, camp beds were taken to pieces, rolled and bundled up.
Scribbler felt a sinking feeling in the heart region. The very trees seemed to her to bow down and nod farewell. Breaking up is not always sad. At school it is quite the contrary; but breaking up camp after such a glorious season was rather heart-breaking to Scribbler who rolled up the log and turned her back reluctantly and oh! so regretfully on the dear, old campground, the home in the woods where the doors always are wide open.
Monday. Sept. 1. Good-bye to Sylvan Glen.
where hospitality is boundless, where nothing is locked out but care and discontent.
Golden rod brightened the roadside at the gate, brushing against the carriage as we passed with a lingering lookout on the main road, over the bridge and on towards town. Main street and civilization.
Campers were weighed during evening to ascertain what four weeks' wholesome life in the woods had done in the way of muscle building. Robie had gained nine pounds and is as round and solid as the famous camp plumduff. Jessie, too, gained nine pounds, Bruce and Scribbler five pounds each!
How odd it seemed to take up civilized manners again, to tone down the pitch of one's voice, to leave
off swaggering and rushing over the ground. No more chewing of gum now! No more ragged attire! No more shouting!
To bed! to bed! to bed without bonfire, bugle and cookhouse raid!
[Visitors: Mrs. Furby & Georgie F.; Mr. & Mrs Croil & Ruby; Mr. Grimison; Mr. Armstrong; Charlie Guernsey]
Tuesday. Sept. 2. Beautiful warm day.
Campers were rather dazed by the transition from Sylvan Glen to Port Hope, from utter freedom to school discipline. Sidewalks are so hard compared to the greensward. The very dogs feel lost and lonesome.
Frost is reported having visited camp. John and Nibbs with Charlie Guernsey slept in mothertent, the only one left standing. In spite of a cheerful bonfire on Monday night and a joke on the country boys, who were tipped over in "Dolce" and got a ducking, the three young men felt lonesome & strange.
During afternoon Nibbs, Robie, Jessie and Scribbler in the wagon paid a farewell visit to camp. How changed it all was! No more like Sylvan Glen Camp than a corpse is like a living person. A faded square patch of grass edged with withered cedar boughs, marked the spots where the tents had stood. The bridge was gone, and with it the link with the opposite shore and its wealth of mosses and ferns. The cookhouse shelves stood empty - a rough lunch set out on the bare boards with a stool improvised out of a log. Flags and lanterns were packed away. The telephone alone in the solitary tent kept up connection with the outer world.
We were picking up papers, chips, scraps, cedar boughs etc. to make the campground look nice and neat and provide fuel for the last bonfire on the premises.
Evening glorious, as reported by telephone, the warmest of all the camp season. In town at the telephone campers heard the bugle call, even the crackling of the cedar branches in bonfire. With mingled feelings the last campers sat by the fire, and when John sang, "Auld Lang Syne" he nearly broke down. That was the last night in camp for the last of the campers.
Wednesday. Sept. 3.
Last farewell! In the morning John was asked by telephone how matters stood and was told Mrs. P. and Dr. P. would come out to dinner. "You will have to take the stuff along" was the reply. About noon Dr. & Mrs. P. set out for camp, and
Scribbler with Georgie Furby came after the fiery steed in the Furby phaeton.
Campmother & John were found on the old cookhouse ground by an open gipsy fire frying eggs and bacon, and warming tea. A hearty dinner was eaten around striped tent floor which did service as a dining table. All were seated on bedding and carriage seats, Traver crouching close by to look out for scraps.
After dinner Grandma & Scribbler roamed in the woods in search of maidenhair ferns and oxeye-daisies, while Georgie Furby sketched the bugle hanging on a nail in a cedar.
Then came Mrs. P.'s daring deed, a worthy finale to camp feats. As "Dolce" was down at the dam and the bridge taken away there was no other link between the two shores but the leaning tree trunks up- and downstream. So Charlie Guernsey ventured to cross the creek on the
tree trunk carrying a ladder which was to let Mrs. P. down a height of 19 feet from the tree trunk to the ground across the stream. It was a fine sight watching Grandma, with her shoes in her pocket, set forth on the perilous journey over to the other shore, over the rapids, an up-hill road on a fallen cedar trunk. Blondin on the tight rope crossing Niagara could not have done his part better than did Sylvan Glen Campmother, balancing herself with a rustic pole. She achieved what she had undertaken and returned over the same road without hesitation, after having reaped a harvest of ferns, which were carried by Charlie Guernsey in his hat.
Mothertent was taken down, good-byes were given by telephone. Mrs. P. carried the bugle in her arms, and the telephone was beside her, while she drove back to town. This night Sylvan Glen Campground will be dark and deserted, the rapids will murmur once more, and cows, horses and pigs will take possession of the dear old place.
Farewell, dear fellow campers! Farewell, dear host and hostess! Heartfelt thanks for every day of pure enjoyment, for health and strength regained, for your ever-ready sympathy for the general good feeling upheld by you among us campers, and for your warm-hearted hospitality! May we all live to tent again on the old campground, as merry and light-hearted as this season which will be remembered, as far as poor Scribbler can judge by herself, among the sunniest, loveliest experiences in all her wanderings until life's last bugle call.
Peter and Barbara Bolton - Port Hope, Ontario