of mortal combats. In another }>art li-s a 

 faded "Fairy" who gallantly won her fight at the 

 Pool in the Woods. One dark, fascinating little 

 fisher-maiden, lying alone in her glory, might tell 

 how she wooed and won the grand old king bim- 

 >< It : ,ni(l many a battered knight shows the marks 

 of struggles long ago. 



I select some large-sized " Silver Grays," newly 

 decked in all their glorious colors, and hasten to 

 the landing, where I find my men waiting. As I 

 am about to step into the canoe I hear some one 

 calling, and, turning, see my friend Napoleon, 1 with 

 rod on his shoulder, coming down the path toward 

 the shore. "I, too, have the fever! "he exclaims. 



" Good for you ! Hurry up and we will paddle 

 < low 11 together." With canoes locked, we glide 

 along, occasionally bumping against each other in 

 the swiftly running current, too happy to speak, 

 but realizing that again we are on the Grand Cas- 

 capedia. As we paddle along, hundreds of swallows 

 peep out from their dark nests in the banks, and a 

 few Jerseys are seen grazing in the green fields of 

 the Milligans at the foot of the stately mountains 

 not far away. It is said that the old man's ghost 

 may often be seen at night walking up the valley 

 t> his house, and there are tales of other wonderful 

 doings across the river. But there is no more time 

 for romancing now, for yonder lies the island. 



i J. O. Heckscher. 



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