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o'clock, in came Gouldie and with the voice of author- 

 ity carried off our Sirens to the farther shore of Lake of 

 Bays. 



" If them was only hunks of snow, wouldn't it come 

 down thick," was Billy the cook's remark when at mid- 

 night we were all called out to see the extraordinary 

 fleecy clouds filling the whole heavens with masses of 

 white wool sailing past the brilliant moon. The glass 

 had marked, at diiferent hours during the day, from 58° 

 to 62^, and the air was like a benediction. *• 



Sunday, October I2TH. 



rUHE Vice-President insisted, for indeed he had 

 I already arranged, that we should all go to church 

 to-day, and accordingly we were up in good season. It 

 was obvious at once after breakfast that the boys had 

 not yet become dead to conventionality. Such an 

 emptying of portage bags and rummaging of clothes as 

 there was. Such smearing of boots with dubbin or 

 polishing them with newspapers or forest leaves. Such 

 posings before the mirror and parting, yes, re-parting 

 of hair. • . ' 



"Shall I shave, or not? — What do you think, Jimmy?" 



*• Has any body got a pin ? — any sort of one will do ; 

 even a fish hook would not be despised." 



•'Does this hole in my clothes show when I pin it, 

 so. Chandler? " 



" Oh, ask Willie for pins, or Tom for needle and 

 thread." j v;..-r;, 



" Where are ' these American dusters, such as Alloo 

 filled Paris up with ? ' and where, in especial, is the 

 Club broom-brush ? " 



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