JoE AND CRONIE. III 
they would be seen facing them with fixed attention. The 
voyagers now skirting around the shore of the cove earnestly 
scan the formation of the land, watching for a depression in 
the growth of the timber and have an eye out for the alders 
along shore, as they are anxious to find in this vicinity a cool 
brook which they have been told of, but which up to the 
present time has not been discovered, even after much seek- 
ing for. At last, after patient listening and watching, they 
are rewarded by the sound of running water, and are quickly 
on shore upon a tour of inspection. 
‘¢Cronie, we have found it, sure!” 
This is the mysterious brook, hidden entirely from one 
passing by water, as it runs mostly under ground, unless at a 
high stage of water, when it runs over into the lake. Cold 
and nice, and apparently having two branches that join just 
back of the sea wall of the lake; two beautiful spawning 
brooks running from away over the hills, we know not as yet 
how far, but must in the fall explore with rifle at easy rest, 
For it has such gamey looks, 
Up between these two spring brooks. 
Taking the hunting axe from the canoe, they cut a slashing 
entrance from the shore to the cool water, and hang upon the 
stub of a branch another, their last milk can, which shows 
itself brightly shining when they are far away upon the lake 
again. . 
‘¢ Such conspicuous marking was unnecessary perhaps, ’ 
says Joe, ** but we are going to find that brook the next time, 
if at noonday, sure.” 
Taking a long draught of the sweet brook water, they move 
on toward the end of their cruise, the head of the lake. 
They point the boat toward the inlet and directly in their 
