PEPACTON: A SUMMER VOYAGE. 41 



and part of the time leaping very high, as a dog 

 will in deep snow, coming down with a great splash. 

 The cattle were shrouded with spray as they ran, 

 and altogether it was a novel picture. 



My voyage ended that forenoon at Hancock, and 

 was crowned by a few idyllic days with some friends 

 in their cottage in the woods by Lake Oquaga, a 

 body of crystal water on the hills near Deposit, and 

 a haven as peaceful and perfect as voyager ever came 

 to port in. 



