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that they, being so hungry or so greedy, or so gentle, good 
and tame, do not mind us until very near, and we have the 
pleasure of seeing them duplicated, all busily feeding, far 
down in the water below, in the Indian girl’s looking glass. 
We dip a little stronger as the current is weakening as we 
approach the lake. The stream widens out gradually, and 
now we see before us, first, the tiny little wavelets coming in 
from the lake, forming a line across the smooth mirror, then 
ever increasing in size as we look away on beyond; and out 
on the lake are the large waves, with their snow white crests 
flashing in the sunshine. Now we say good-bye to the pretty 
shady side of the river, with its long line of shadowed beauty, 
one cannot but ever remember; and the more favored sunny 
side also, with its many bright spots and mellow openings, 
brim full of interests and delights. 
With the wind very favorable, and just the jolliest white 
capped waves to lift the lady as we assist her over and by, 
we soon note the half-way landmark upon the shore, and yet 
quicker still than this, we time the last half, and are at the 
shore, being again welcomed by our jovial host, the fine, old 
farmer. 
LOW FLINT. 


