48 JOCK'S LAKE. 



habits, yet believed in the old-fashioned idea that a thor- 

 oughly good time in the woods and entire safety from a 

 " change of Avater" involve a little whisky, together with 

 lemons and sugar. 



"Here, now, that will fix .you up all right, " said 

 Thompson to me, when we reached ramp, directing my 

 attention to a rup on the rude table. "I've eoneorted a 

 punch in that pail that will make you tishermen happy 

 again. I knew you would all come in heated and thirsty, 

 and perhaps cross if your luck wasn't good. Fill up. 

 boys! and drink to ourselves! 



" What? Not any? What do you mean ? " 



" Oh, 1 think I'll give those lemons another s(iuec/e and 

 try lemonade. 1 don't believe I \vase\artly sra-oni-d right 

 for anything stronger;" and upon that 1 fashioned;) drink 

 that cooled and refreshed me. and speedily put me in a> 

 good spirits as any of them. And after that, the lenn>n> 

 after being |>ul through the s(|iiee/.er for the punch-pail 

 were laid aside for my special use. --and nobody felt 

 aggrieved. 



A little before sunset, George rowed me up the lake two 

 or three miles, on an exploring expedition. The lake is live 

 or six miles long and about one mile wide, lying like an 

 irregular crescent, curving westward and nestled amongthe 

 mountains. The shores are, in the main, rocky and tirm. 

 but at the outlet, southward, they degenerate, and, not far 

 below, the stream wanders off into a marsh, or pond, nearly 

 overgrown with lily-pads, a famous resort for deer. The 

 lake itself is fed by springs and has no inlet of any 



