CHAPTER II. 



ON THE LAKE. 



HEN you have reached a quiet 

 country village, late at night, after 

 a long day's journey, refreshingly 

 tired, have you not thought how 

 you would sleep long into the morn- 

 ing? And when the early morning 

 came, did you not find yourself sadly disappointed ? 

 Talk about the country stillness ! generally speak- 

 ing, that's all moonshine : you hear plenty of noises. 

 The " early village cock " is the first to give token 

 of the morn ; then some noble Newfoundland, or 

 cur of low degree, launches his bark on the sea 

 of time's new day ; and you wish, just for that brief 

 interval between trying to get a morning nap and 

 finally giving it up, that you were back again to your 

 own bed and listening to the accustomed sounds 

 which you do not hear. However, when you do 



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