24 A SPORTSMAN'S EDEN. 



thought his enterprising little companion had 

 completely silenced even him at lunch ; for in 

 a pause we all heard this terrible sentence : 

 ' Misther O'Brien/ mimicking his brogue to the 

 life, ' maybe if your mouth wasn't so full I'd be 

 better able to hear what you are whispering in 

 rny ear.' Poor O'Brien was very hungry, and 

 very talkative, but, nothing daunted, he replied : 

 1 Sure, lady, it's only my heart that's in my 

 mouth when I'm talking to you.' What followed, 

 history does not record, but surely Mr. Shamus's 

 whisperings deserved a hearing after that. 



However, even race meetings would not induce 

 our restless ones to remain at Lake George, where 

 they said you had to pay two shillings for the 

 privilege of bathing in the lake, and the same 

 sum for every article brought up for you from 

 the boat to the hotel. When we landed and 

 walked on to the hotel in the first instance, one of 

 our party left a hand-bag behind him, which he 

 declares was unfortunately open. The contents 

 came out, and were carried up separately at two 

 shillings apiece, by the steamboat people, who 

 have a right to deliver your things (and charge 

 for so doing) if you are not present to instruct 

 the hotel porters to take charge of them for you. 

 The hotel proprietor was very good about this 

 charge, and did what he could, but of course he 



