“September 17th, 1911. Were awakened this morning by the tinkle of cow bells on the mountain side and the constant murmur of the distant waterfall. I couldn’t wait for the eight o’clock dressing bell so we went out and walked about before breakfast. Our cottage is one of a dozen attractive mountain bungalows, all different and yet all perfect and quaint. We face a beautiful mountain side, partially wooded and partly in deep green pasture where a herd of jerseys placed themselves in a very artists pose. It was foggy when we went out and the valley was white in heavy mist. This is our first “first day” together and it has all been as peaceful and beautiful as the morning. Mrs. K. took us over the dam, which contains about 1,000 acres and all told us all about the management of the place. All provisions are raised here and during the season two hundred are accommodated. We are thankful they are all gone and we can enjoy the place alone. This P.M. we rested, read and after walking down to the Dunkard Church to song service, spent the remainder of the evening writing letters.”
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