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shakes his head, eyes the Commodore once more, and disap- 
pears beneath the surface. 
‘Worthy Commodore?” 
csSay ite 
‘¢Let’s take the lady out for a dance.” 
*¢ All right! lunch box and luncheon?” 
urea 
Down the lake, over the smooth mirrors, then through the 
tiniest of little wavelets, so small, so many, all silvered, glis- 
tening and flashing in the sunlight, where it is just rippled by 
the breeze, we speed along, with little jets of water flying 
straight up, and falling back again from the sharp prow of the 
canoe like a little fountain, and with the long wake behind 
widening out and ending in small, wavy undulations far 
astern. A splash upon the water here and there, leaving 
many waving circles, shows us just where, and remain upon 
the surface long enough for one to drop a fly upon the very 
spot for the silver roach or speckled beauty lying just beneath. 
The loons having already sighted us, are singing out to us 
their welcome ‘‘ Halloo—hoo!” then diving to pursue the 
small fish, presently show up again at a little distance, shake 
their heads, flap their wings, and laugh again in their well 
fed happiness, as down they go for another fish, up again 
soon, and always greeting you merrily. 
‘¢Here we are, Mr. Crew, at the mouth of a jolly little 
brook, and one we know of old.” 
*¢ Shall we prospect it?” 
eApteed)) -atter luncheons? | 
We drop down shore and pull up at the first trickle, and 
soon our smoke is curling up among the branches and lazily 
drifting off down the lake, away from the game, if any, 
which we propose to interview up the brook. 
