CHAPTER XXIII. 



THE CRICKET IN THE WALL THE MINISTER'S ILLUSTRATION 

 OLD MEMORIES. 



WE spent the following day in drifting quietly around the 

 lake, floating lazily in the little bays, under the shadow of 

 the tall trees, and lounging upon small islands, gathering 

 the low-bush whortleberries which grew in abundance upon 

 them. We filled our tin pails with this delicious fruit for a 

 dessert for our evening meal. On one of these islands we 

 found indications of its being inhabited by wood rabbits, and 

 we sent Cullen to the shanty for the dogs to course them, 

 not however witn any intention of capturing them, but to 

 enjoy the music of the chase, and hear the voices of the 

 hounds echoing over the water. We landed them upon the 

 island, and began beating for the game. The hounds under- 

 standing that their business was the pursuit of deer, and 

 having hunted the island over thoroughly, came back to us, 

 and sat quietly down upon their haunches, as much as to say 

 there was nothing there worth looking after. But we had seen 



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