REMINISCENT TALES 



There was a pretty little camp quite near 

 at hand, almost hidden among young white 

 birches. The clever owner blasted the rock 

 formation, making a landing from a canoe a 

 simple and safe thing to accomplish. 



The intention of the outing party was to 

 rest and wait for the afternoon fishing, but 

 this intention was never fulfilled. 



Just before embarking in the morning, Miss 

 Neptune confessed frankly that she was 

 scared to try a canoe. Gratified and inter- 

 ested thoroughly when she realized her 

 teacher was being beaten, her fears vanished. 

 Once she arose to her feet and attempted to 

 walk from the stern to the bow. 



The guide warned her just in time. How- 

 ever this lesson was forgotten when my lady 

 fair wished to gather lilies before the after- 

 noon start was made. 



The canoe, the maiden, and the solicitous 

 guide set out to gather fragrant flowers. 

 Anxious to collect a goodly quantity, she for- 

 got each time that the wrist watch worn on 

 the reaching-out arm took a bath each and 

 every grab she made for the desired flower. 



Not being familiar with the tenacity of the 

 long, slippery stems she hung on too long 

 and too hard, and as a consequence she pulled 



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