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habits, yet believed in the old-fashioned idea that a thor- 

 ou2:hly good time in the woods and entire safety from a 

 " change of Avater " involve a little whisky, together with 

 lemons and sugar. 



"Here, now, — that will fix you up all right," said 

 Thompson to me, when we reached camp, directing my 

 attention to a cup on the rude table. "I've cqncocted a 

 punch in that pail that will make you fishermen happy 

 again. I knew you would all come in heated and thirsty, 

 — and perhaps cross if yoiu- luck wasn't good. Fill up, 

 boys ! and drink to —ourselves ! 



' ' What ? Not any ? What do you mean ? ' ' 



" Oh, T think I'll give those lemons another squeeze and 

 try lemonade. I don't believe I was exactly seasoned right 

 for anything stronger; " and upon that I fashioned a drink 

 that cooled and refreshed me, and speedily put me in as 

 good spirits as any of them. And after that, the lemons 

 after being put through the squeezer for the punch-pail 

 were laid aside for my special use, — and nobody felt 

 aggrieved. 



A little before sunset, George rowed me up the lake two 

 or three miles, on an exploring expedition. The lake is five 

 or six miles long and about one mile wide, lying like an 

 irregular crescent, curving westward and nestled among the 

 mountains. The shores are, in the main, rocky and tirm, 

 but at the outlet, southward, they degenerate, and, not far 

 below, the stream wanders off into a marsh, or pond, nearly 

 overgrown Avith lily-pads, — a fampus resort for deer. The 

 lake itself is fed by springs and has no inlet of any 



