JACK-O'-LANTERN 



lesson was re-learned that when really 

 tired one should not eat. Always true the 

 saying, but then especially,— 'who steals an 

 auld man's supper does him nae wrang'. 



The Lake of the Long Blue Ones had to 

 be faithfully dealt with, but a conscien- 

 tious whipping of bays and narrows 

 brought no change of opinion. In the 

 shallow channel where the river Pore Epic 

 enters, were shoals of smallish trout. One 

 had not realized how transparent are these 

 light-complexioned fish in strong sunshine. 

 Their bodies were lucent with rosy colour; 

 every fin, its framework skiagraphed, was 

 like some delicate and brilliant flower 

 moving in a current of air. Working up 

 the sandy encharge, where the whole pop- 

 ulation of the lake must assemble at the 

 spawning-time (where, I doubt not, the 

 Indian children had fished so successfully) 

 a feathered grenade exploded within reach 

 of my paddle. If the loon guarding nest 

 and eggs to the last instant suffered as great 

 a fright as she gave, her alarm was ex- 

 treme, for she nearly startled me out of the 

 canoe. 



There would be difficulty in setting 

 limit to the number of small trout one 

 might take here in a day's fishing, but we 

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