70 JOCK'S F LAKE. 



thirty a minute. That will be about a comfortable church- 

 going jog." 



"Better leave your rod at camp," said the Captain 

 "your Sunday morning resolutions would fade out dread 

 fully quick if you saw a trout leap, while you were on 

 your 'church-going jog,' if your rod was in the boat." 



And so it was ordered and done. The two boats, hear 

 ing our entire party, swept out upon the lake, followed t la- 

 winding shores, rounded the points and penetrated th.- 

 bays, in a leisurely way, while we enjoyed to the full 

 the freshness of the morning and all the beauty of the 

 varied scenes. 



A thunderstorm in all its majesty and fury burst upon 

 forest and lake. Forewarned by the distant but fast 

 approaching roar and the marshalling of great banks of 

 clouds in the sky, we pushed ashore, divw our boats out of 

 water and up under the trees and speedily constructed a 

 refuge by turning them bottom side up with one end resting 

 on the low limb of a tree. Like a true Adirondack thunder- 

 storm, it deluged everything around us for a few moments, 

 and then hastened on with unabated fury, out of sight and 

 sound. The sun shone brightly again, and we speedily 

 resumed our quiet journeying. 



Our Sunday dinner was a triumph even over Horace's 

 former exploits, for. in addition to everything else, we had 

 the most delicious bits of Benson's buck. 



The evening hour approached, and by tacit and common 

 consent we all strolled down to the water's edge, stepped 

 into the boats and pushed out a little distance and anchored, 



