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the sound of his dinner-horn; so I interjected the query. 

 " IIo\v is tishiim -down at Paul Smith'> ?" 



"Oli. well, " aiowered Fuller, doubtless anticipatiim the 

 next question would relate to modes of conveyance, "you 

 don't need to u;o there for trout. Os^oofl Pond, I his side of 

 Paul's, is better than anything he can show you, and you 

 can make ;i da\ '> journey there from here and ,^et all the 

 trout you want. Start early in the niondni:. lioat it up the 

 inlet, take your baskets full of trout, and come back. " 



And we went to bed on that programme. 



The next mornin;: we were up bri-hl and early, and bus 

 tied around a> if there wa< a twelve o'ch.ck edition of an 

 afternoon paper to get out, or an important hwsiiit to be 

 called at the opening of court. \}\\\. for reasons not then 

 quite apparent to us, nobody else hurried, our landlord was 

 ea-y and quiet; our guide*, found a world of important 

 ;H';iir> to attend to before startiii"-: and the moniin- wa> 

 well advanced lie fore we four and our boatmen were off 

 and away to ( )s^ood Pond. 



Our little flotilla moved gaily down the lake. The strong- 

 armed oarsmen, with well seasoned backs, swept the wave- 

 lets with even strokes, and I he sensation of delicious com foil 

 and ease we experienced, as we were borne alon.u' without 

 effort over the liquid surface, was something to remember. 

 The. Castle of Indolence has nothing to equal it in itsentiivlv 

 respectable and righteous la/.ine^. 



At the inlet the river from Osu'ood Pond we entered 

 upon a sluirsrish. winding, alder frinuvtl stream, which, for 

 titter silence, weird loneliness and an interest all iis own. 



