OUR COUNTRY LIFE 



which covers the earth with a blanket, protecting* pre 

 cious wild growths and filtering through the ground, 

 replenishes hidden springs, thus ensuring us a prosper 

 ous summer. Does one ever outgrow the fun of being 

 out in a snowstorm? Not I! 



Who loveth the snow 



The jolly old heart of winter shall know. 



Who braveth the wind 



A savor of life in its breath shall find. 



Who cherisheth neither fear nor grudge 



Right merrily on his way shall trudge. 



Bundled up in our comfortable old "togs" we set out 

 to visit "Ciscoville." This is the collection of huts on 

 the ice where each ardent fisherman sits in solitary state 

 beside his tiny stove and watches two lines in a watery 

 trench cut in the floor of his abode. Perch also may be 

 caught here during the winter and even now and then a 

 pickerel ; but the main industry is securing that formerly 

 rare and dainty morsel, the cisco. Deep down in the 

 very depths of the lake lingers this species of herring, 

 and to lure him to the surface a pail of minnows is 

 thrown into the water; attracted by their gleaming 



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