12 OUR. FIRST DAY'S OUTING: 
paddled feet (we found bis wrath was raised 
because we were too near the spot that 
led up to his nest), and sought thus to 
decoy us from the scene. That spot just 
where the sedges break beneath the elder 
bush, now in full bloom—that was the 
entrance to their home. 
From this we found there was a_ well 
tramped way—the ‘ Bridal Path’ Ted aptly 
called it—through tangled bush, which led 
up to the summit of the isle. And there 
the pair had chosen with consummate skill 
a quiet spot within a glade wherein to 
build their nest. And many a time the 
birds had waddled up that path during the 
last few days, laden with sticks and soft 
green leaves, mostly of shining pondweed, 
which grows in quantities upon the bottom 
of the lake, and which they had diligently 
plucked out piece by piece and carried up 
to form the substance of their bed as well 
as to appease their appetities, for they are 
very fond of it. 
But I anticipate. We found that this 
