ed exercise at that altitude; but oh, the 
glorious air, the joy of life and motion 
that was quite unknown to my recep- 
tion- and theatre-going self in the dim 
far away East! 
We searched for that lake all day, 
and at nightfall went home confident 
that we could find it on the morrow. 
Mrs. Cummings’ smile clearly ex- 
pressed ‘I told you so,’ and she re- 
marked as she served supper: ‘ When 
my husband comes home next week, 
he will take you where you can find 
game.” 
The next morning we again took 
some lunch in the saddle bag and start- 
ed for that elusive spot we had chris- 
tened Cummings’ Lake. About three 
o’clock we found it—a beautiful patch 
of water in the heart of the forest, 
nestling like a jewel, back in the moun- 
tains. 
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