VII. 



ROD AiSTD REEL 



ME. MUEEAY, wake up ! the pancakes are 

 ready! "shouted John. 

 Aroused by the familiar cry, I arose, and, walk- 

 ing down to the shore of the lake, waded out into 

 Its tide, and, plunging my head under water, held 

 It there for a moment, while the delicious sense of 

 coolness ran through my system ; then I raised it, 

 turnmg my dripping face straight toward the bri<Tht' 

 warm sun. O the sweet experience of that mo- 

 ment ! How cool the water; how fresh the air- 

 how clear the sky; how fragmnt the breath of' 

 balsam and of pine ! luxury of luxuries, to have 

 a lake of crystal water for your wash-bowl, the 

 mommg zephyr for a towel, the whitest sand for 

 s^p, and the odors of aromatic trees for perfumes ! 

 What beUe or miUionnaire can boa^t of such sur- 

 roundmgs ? 



Fresh as an athlete in training, I returned to 

 camp and to breakfast. Breakfast in the wilder- 

 ness means something. No muttering about "those ' 

 rniserable rolls " ; no yawning over a smaU strip of 

 steak, cut m the form of a paraUelogiam, an inch 



