FROLICS OF THE SILVER KINGS 



of an early Spring was bathed in a wealth of 

 burnished sunshine, whose splendors even 

 tinged the soft, mild breezes laden with odors 

 of the Ocean. 



As the crimson sun blazed down upon the 

 tremulous surface of the loch the peaceful 

 scene in an instant becomes transformed. 



Lethargy vanished, replaced by the mag- 

 nificent active play of silvered forms leaping 

 high in the air, shaking from their gleaming 

 bodies rainbowed mists as by hundreds, in 

 riotous dashing, jumping and diving, their 

 hosts forsook the extreme end of the lake and 

 advanced in aeroplanic formation, seeking 

 their home waters once more. 



Fountains of water splashed everywhere 

 as they rushed blindly among the boats. All 

 of them became frightened at the same mo- 

 ment, dove deeply, and whirled through the 

 pass into the river. 



Such a bewildering and marvelous finale 

 to this aquatic gaiety astonished the specta- 

 tors beyond the power of expression. The 

 act itself and the actors will never be for- 

 gotten. 



That a person can entirely lose self-control 

 under excitement was demonstrated in an 

 amusing incident. 



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