THE LAKE 



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of water to the east reflects a deeper blue, un- 

 broken save by the long divergent lines of our 

 foaming wake. 



The pure, bracing air is exhilarating. You 

 explore the ship; and if you are curious (and if 



not, never hope to come with us again), you go 

 below to the water-level deck, where you knew 

 beforehand you would find gathered together all 

 the idle men of the crew and all the boys who 

 were aboard without the incubus of too careful 



