2 70 A SPORTING PARADISE 



fainting and choked, and, had another attacked 

 me, I could not possibly have weathered it. But 

 this cloud as dark as night proved to be the last, 

 and when I opened my eyes and looked around, 

 the storm had entirely ceased. 



My delight can be understood when I say that 

 the spot upon which 1 had fallen was the lake 

 where I lived. Herbert had fared better than I 

 had done, for I saw hirrf walking ahead and about 

 to enter a shanty. I tried to shout to him, but 

 a strange stinging pain in my throat made the 

 effort difficult. I struggled to my feet, but only 

 tottered a few paces before I fell, and here I 

 remained until Herbert found me half-unconscious 

 in the snow. 



I have survived two cyclones. One in Canada, 

 and another at Mount Vernon, Illinois. In the 

 latter place large houses and buildings of stone 

 were swept away from the path of the cyclone 

 like a pack of cards, and many lives were lost. 

 I have recalled all the impressions made upon 

 my mind during these terrible experiences. 



The following is an account of a winter's night 

 I spent alone upon an island situated upon a 

 frozen lake: 



" The distance to this rugged island was 



