A DAY OF DAZE 



headlands, each obscuring a winding, twist- 

 ing passageway to another lake. Thus is 

 formed a trio, hard to surpass in beauty. 



One who loved nature and appreciated 

 fully the gifts she bestows had built a com- 

 fortable camp not far from the shores, where 

 in this forest and lake-bound retreat he found 

 restful enjoyment. 



A royal welcome was accorded the visi- 

 tors. Although himself a hunter by choice 

 he was delighted to place at their disposal 

 such equipment as he possessed. 



A commodious rowboat accommodated 

 the young lady, her escort, and the guide. 

 The only other available boat was a sunken 

 derelict. Emptied and righted, it would 

 float, but it leaked rather badly. A piece of 

 rough fence rail and a semblance of an oar, 

 now aged and infirm, constituted the pro- 

 pulsive force when carefully and laboriously 

 manipulated. The bailing was good. 



Both boats started at the same time but 

 in opposite directions. Soon the Angler 

 drifted out of sight of his companions. 

 Propelling the skiff as best he could, a splash 

 among the pads attracted his attention and 

 a fleeting glance caught the leap of a splendid 

 small-mouth. 



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