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time in getting back to the boat. Clouds gather rapidly 

 on Lake Memphremagog, and our three hours' sail 

 looked long. We kept the steam up, and talked about 

 everything but a shower until dark, when we were quiet, 

 and observed, with only casual comment, the clouds 

 which grew blacker and blacker, hiding the stars, and 

 occasionally obscuring a light-house. We watched 

 eagerly for the light we had left on the "Point" to guide 

 us into our little harbor, but the wind had blown it out. 

 One of the party took a row-boat (we had two with us) 

 and went in search of our landing; the rising wind 

 drowned the calls back and forth, but after a few anxious 

 moments, a welcome light glimmered on the shore, and 

 soon we heard the splashing of the oars. It was with 

 difficulty the boat was guided to the Nymph, and just as 

 the last boat-load was leaving her to go ashore, the storm 

 burst in sudden fury over our heads. We rushed to the 

 tents and gave up rowing or riding to the Camperdown 

 that night. After securing the boats, the gentlemen, 

 came in dripping, but quite ready for the lunch prepared 

 by quick hands We talked it all over as we sipped our 

 cocoa, then separated, and soon were lulled to rest by the 

 pattering of the rain on the canvas, and the distant rum- 

 bling thunder. 



The next day was Sunday, and we enjoyed every hour 

 of it. At the time appointed we assembled for service. 

 The preacher sat with rubber boots on, and the audience, 

 small but appreciative, were in hammocks and cosy 

 corners. The sermon was good, and the singing, which 

 was congregational, was well sustained. The day was 

 not long enough, for it was our last in camp, and we 



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