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‘*Sure! Oh! bring the previous.” 
‘¢ The what, Commodore? ” 
‘*Two raw onions; they are an excellent appetizer, and 
good for a cold.” 
‘* Ah, Commodore, certainly; your elegant toast, now hot 
and flakey, no doubt has the flavor when it so pleasantly 
greets the olfactory sense and — Oh, certainly, if you please.” 
By moonlight and firelight, with the lantern suspended from 
a tree lighting up our table, we proceed to discuss the toast, 
trout and tea, enlivened by a cheery serenade from our par- 
ticular friends, the loons. Our friends, always, wherever we 
are; We never harm them, for we much appreciate and love 
their company. 
Our first morning at the home camp has a dubious look as 
to a continuation of the fine weather. The sun rises and bids 
us good morning as usual, but soon hides his face behind the 
clouds. 
‘Well, Mr. Crew, this don’t look like an elegant day to go 
for a haunch of venison, it is going to rain.” 
‘* All right, Commodore ; we can always enjoy it, you know, 
if it does not last too long; can busy ourselves around the 
camp, have a nice fire, cut wood and keep it burning to dry 
ourselves by; gather a good pile of pine bark from along 
shore, and putter around generally.” 
‘Sure; but what for dinner?” 
‘¢ Partridge stew on rainy days.” 
‘¢Where’s the big fish? I thought we were to have it 
roasted ? ” . 
*¢ We can broil it if you wish, as it’s split, dried, and now 
about smoked, hanging in the trees near the back logs.” 
‘¢ Exactly ! hot biscuits?” 
