With a Kodak 221 



ing grounds on high were let loose, and in 

 less time than it takes to write it our plates 

 were filled with a new dish composed of rain- 

 water, the lake trout baked to crisp, and baked 

 beans. But the tenderfeet all declared and 

 vowed that the experience was fascinating, and 

 a trip abroad could not compare with it for 

 pleasure and enjoyment. The party in its 

 majority was made up of men inexperienced 

 in this kind of life, and it was an occasion for 

 some serious thought as to how they would 

 take a ducking like this one. They looked like 

 veterans, and I can assure my readers they 

 never saw a more enthusiastic crowd of camp- 

 ers bubbling over with enjoyment when we had 

 pitched camp for the night some twenty miles 

 farther on by a lake-side. And no wonder! 

 The camp was pitched on a beautiful spot at 

 a time when the lake was so calm and the re- 

 flection so perfect that it was almost impossi- 

 ble to tell where the shore-line met the water. 



A rainbow of unusual brilliancy, with sec- 

 ond and third reflections, appeared just in 

 front of the camp. 



Out from beneath the overhanging white 



