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Among the Thousand Islands. 



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A FISHING PARTY. 



At length, the desired spot is reached and the sport begins, each 

 party fishing as if their lives depended upon it, and all internally- 

 praying that, if a monster pickerel or muskallonge is caught, — of 

 which there may be about one chance in five hundred, — they may be 

 the particular ones selected by Fortune as the catchers thereof. But 

 whether such a capture is made or not, the fishing is sure to be fine, 

 and so exciting that the dinner hour approaches without notice until, 

 warned by the shrill whistle of the little steam-yacht, the boats wend 

 their way from all quarters to the " dinnerin'-place." 



The luncheon, mind you, is not made up according to the simple 

 bill of fare presented at the desk of the hotel, composed of mere 

 necessaries, such as eggs, bread and butter, coffee, and fat pork ; but, 

 under the supervision of Isaac, the overseer of the luncheon-room 

 at the Thousand Island House, it crops out in various " extras " 

 and "sundries," in the shape of a tender chicken or two, juicy steak 

 and chops, green corn, tomatoes, and the like. The fishermen — 

 excellent cooks, deft and cleanly — perform the task of preparing 

 the meal with wonderful dispatch, and in a short time a royal repast 

 is laid before the hungry anglers, whose appetites, whetted by health- 

 ful exercise and invigorating air, do ample justice to the feast. After 

 dinner, while the fishermen are packing away the dishes and other 



