BACK TO EDEN 



THE bluff was high along the shore 

 of the lake. The afternoon sun was 

 direct upon it. The heat had driven 

 some folks within the cottages, others 

 lay under the trees, further back 

 from the bluff. The reflection on 

 the water was dazzling, and no one 

 seemed inclined to look at it. No 

 one except a lone fisherman who sat 

 in the stern of his anchored boat, call- 

 ing distance away from the shore, 

 and watched from beneath his um- 

 brella the sleeping bobber on his line. 

 Nature had left her housekeeping 

 for awhile and was resting. 



About five o'clock she awoke; 



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