I kan say to all who are going to Lake George to drink the waters, yu had better go by the Adirondax route yu will git less dust and more shade; yu will find good stages, jolly drivers, kind agents, and just az like az not, a free pass for yourself and wife.
I reached Lake George in time to drink before dinner, and couldn’t taste enny psalt in the water.
I waz suprized at this, and concluded i had injured mi taste.
I tried the water the next morning, and found them still unsalty, and paid mi bill, and left.
The landlord asked me, with tears in hiz eyes, what waz the matter, and i whispered in hiz ear that the water lakt psalt.
He begged mi pardon, and offered tew fix sum for me.
I left Lake George with the firm convikshun that the water iz too fresh tew be proffitable.
Sumthing was sed tew me about the scenery around Lake George being so fine; but i didn’t go for scenery, i went for water.
After spending eleven weeks ov pure, unspekeled happiness, i find miself at hum agin, feeling like a birde, but a leetle water-soaked.
I shall start in a phew days for Utaw, and shall spend the winter thare, and praktiss on the waters.