A SUMMER VOYAGE 33 



for a large dog rushed them down the hank into the 

 current, and worried them all the way over, part 

 of the time swimming and part of the time leaping 

 very high, as a dog will in deep snow, coming down 

 with a great splash. The cattle were shrouded with 

 spray as they ran, and altogether it was a novel 

 picture. 



My voyage ended that forenoon at Hancock, and 

 was crowned by a few idyllic days with some friends 

 in their cottage in the woods by Lake Oquaga, a 

 body of crystal water on the hills near Deposit, and 

 a haven as peaceful and perfect as voyager ever 

 came to port in. 



