CHAPTER XIV. 



A STIFF BREEZE. 



AYS in camp are all alike, in this 

 respect at least, that all are enjoy- 

 able ; and though that gives the 

 most zest which recounts at night 

 a famous catch, or some desperate 

 fight for victory under adverse cir- 

 cumstances, yet all are happy; and, as twilight 

 gathers, we sit where the eye can rest upon lake 

 and mountain, rehearse our triumphs, or perchance 

 our failures, and form plans for the morrow. 



One afternoon Joe and I decided to leave our 

 birch at Little Falls, about a mile or so down 

 stream, and go down on foot the next morning, to 

 get the first fishing at that favorite spot. 



Following out our plan, we were on hand in good 

 season ; but no canoe was to be found. Its ab- 

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