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squit, squit,” walked on around, close behind the blackened 
back logs. When her head and neck came in view at the 
other end of the fire place, she stopped with one eye on the 
captain, who was holding his long rifle muzzle nearer her 
head than ever before pointed at a bird. She looked so clever 
and innocently inquisitive that the rifle was lowered, when 
she, with the slowest, precise, even, dainty steps, with one 
bright eye ever on us, walked out of our sight among the 
hazel bushes and small evergreen trees behind the tent. 
After a late breakfast, we are soon ex route for the upper 
lake. Paddling around the shore after leaving our camp 
ground, we soon find the thoroughfare between the two lakes, 
which being shoal and rapid, we again have recourse to the 
steel-pointed pole, and soon are at the head of the quick 
waters, and on the large lake which we have been several 
days heading for. 
_And now bidding good-bye to the swift and frisky waters 
that have so often, in their jolly gambolings, racing, chasing, 
leaping down the grades, much opposed our progress, yet 
now forgiving all their merry pranks, we paddle away 
cheerily, directing the little lady as she again proudly raises 
up her head and dances over the little waves for the brook 
above. And soon the pretty group of islands, ever green and 
ever charming, burst in view before us; all standing boldly 
out over the deep waters of the lake, and all so like each 
other, with the little wavelets sailing down between them, or 
dancing from shore to shore, from the one to the other; all 
nearly circular in form; all well wooded with evergreens that 
have not as yet been disfigured, and these elegant islands 
made to look a sad blot upon a clean sheet, by the carelessness 
of sportsmen or others, but stand intact, quietly waving over 
their rocky foundations. 
