102 IS IT GOING TO BAIN? 



ap a good rain. Especially, unless you have that 

 cloud-mother, that dim, filmy, nebulous mass that has 

 its root in the higher regions of the ah-, and is the 

 source and backing of all storms, your rain will be 

 light indeed. 



I fear my readers' jacket is not thoroughly soaked 

 yet. I must give him a final dash, a " clear-up " 

 shower. VAA^AA*' 



*We were encamping in the primitive woods, by a 

 little trout-lake which the mountain- carried high on 

 his hip, like a soldier's canteen. ^ There were wives 

 in the party, curious to know what the lure was that 

 annually drew their husbands to the woods. That 

 magical writing on a trout's back they would fain de- 

 cipher, little heeding the warning that what is writ- 

 here is not given to woman to know. 



Our only tent or roof was the sheltering arms oi 

 the great birches and maples. 1 "'What was sauce for 

 the gander should be sauce for the goose too, so the 

 goose insisted. 



A luxurious couch of boughs upon springing poles 

 was prepared, and the night should be not less wel- 

 come than the day, which had indeed been idyllic. 

 (A trout dinner had been served by a little spring 

 b:*ook, upon an improvised table covered with moss 

 at d decked with ferns, with strawberries from a near 

 clearing.) 



At twilight, there was an ominous rumble behind 

 .he mountains. I was on the lake, and could see 

 what was brewing there in the west. 



