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for the winter. A nearer approach dissipated the illusion, and 

 showed my imaginary " wind mows " to be a cluster of wigwams 

 constituting the town of Keel. Altogether I believe this weftem 

 village to be unique ; in my experience, at least, Britain shows 

 nothing like it. In Africa such town architecture is not uncommon, 

 and any illustrated work on that highly civilised country will show 

 many such settlements on the Zambesi and elsewhere ; but misery 

 is no subject for jesting, and ere this I trust that the village of Keel 

 is being rebuilt on a more European plan. 



Not far from the beach was a lake, on the shores of which the 

 ladies proceeded to unpack their baskets and make extensive prepa- 

 rations for dinner, pending which the juveniles deteimined to launch 

 a miniature cutter some two feet in length, and of course the seniors 

 were bound to attend. It was a likely piece of water, and I natu- 

 rally asked my friend if it held any good fish. On this point he 

 could afford me no information, but suggested that, by way of trial, 

 we should fasten to a hook a diminutive trout Master Harry had 

 previously killed, and with this freight send the cutter forth on a 

 voyage of discovery. After considerable rummaging, four or five old 

 flies and a little waxed thread were discovered in the lining of my 

 hat, and with such materials a sort of trolling trace was manu- 

 factured, the topsail halyards making not a bad line. "We i.e., the 

 children large and small watched the graceful little craft, now 

 close-hauled, then running up into the wind, and anon falling off, 

 till summoned to dinner, when the Dolphin sailed quite out of 

 remembrance. Lobsters and kid had vanished, the cake had grown 

 considerably smaller and a stout jar much lighter, when a dismal 

 shout from the boys recalled our attention to the forgotten Dolphin. 

 That adventurous craft had, it seemed, performed about half her 

 voyage across the lake, when she suddenly went down, stern fore- 

 most, to the great dismay of her owners, causing the cry of despair 

 before-mentioned. Springing up, I was just in time to see the bows, 

 jib, and bowsprit rise suddenly above the water and as suddenly 

 disappear. My friend's conversation had interested me ; the boys' 

 startling cry had bewildered me ; and for a moment I forgot all 



