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on a girl's arm. The Wawa Hotel was the destina- 

 nation of the pleasure craft. There all the comforts 

 of modern civilization awaited us. A wide hearth 

 on which the glow of a log fire flickered ; a com- 

 modious lounge room, where parties, segregated in 

 groups, talked in the familiar American tongue. 

 In corners, more remote, there were couples who 

 whispered secrets not intended for public ears ; and 

 scattered units content with the inferior fellowship 

 of pipe or cigar. Next day, through the courtesy of 

 Mr. C. O. Shaw, of Huntsville, manager of the lake 

 steamers, I went on an exploring trip on the "Joe" 

 pleasure tug, in company with its cheery captain. 

 We soon got off the beaten track, and traversed 

 beautiful sweeps of water, skirting islands and rocks. 

 Behind us the "Wawa" looked no bigger than the 

 wild goose which its Indian name implies. Bigwin 

 Island, where the Algonquin chief had no doubt 

 often shot the bird in question, is a conspicuous 

 object. Fairview and Belle Vue are beauty spots in 

 the scene, and the islands of Faith, Hope and Charity 

 are near enough to salute each other at sunrise, 

 as gentle graces should. I landed at Savage Den, 

 and enjoyed the delightful companionship of its 

 modern chieftain, the Rev. Edward S. Young, of 

 Brooklyn, who has established for himself on the 

 Lake of Bays a local habitation and a name. He 

 insisted on gillieing me in quest of trout, for which 

 we trolled. He holds an enviable record amongst 



