LIGHTING A FIRE. 
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was Wilford of tlie '' seven-league boots,” vasculum 
on back, intent on plants; there was Buckley, 
fishing-rod in hand, eager for sahnon ; Sutherland, 
thoughtful, caring for beetles ; and the doctor, 
renewing his youth in the fellowship of that gay 
band. At length, fatigued with our several exer- 
tions, for even pleasure solnetimes becomes a toil, 
we lay supine upon the sand, under the shade of 
the hazels that fiinged the margin of the lake. 
While one was preparing the soothing pipe, another, 
prone over the water, was taking huge horse-like 
draughts of the limpid element. As sailors ashore 
must always light a fire, some collected little sticks 
for the inside, while others picked up larger boughs 
for the outside. A spark was speedily produced in 
a bunch of dried grass, which was waved in the air 
till a blaze was created, and the fire was then 
kindled. 
A fire, however, without anything to cook is bad, 
so we cast about for something to eat. We had a 
fowling-piece, but there were no birds to shoot. 
The fishes would not allow themselves to be caught, 
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