Modern essays and stories; a book to awaken appreciation of modern prose, and to develop ability and originality in writing, ed with introduction, notes, suggestive questions, subjects for written imitation directions for writing, and original illustrations . ling stole over himwithout the slightest warning. He was not alone. Theslippery big trout dripped from his fingers. He sat motion-less, and stared about him. Nothing stirred; the ripple on the lake had died away;there was no wind; the forest lay a single purple mass ofshadow; the yellow sky, fast fading, threw reflections thattroubled the
Modern essays and stories; a book to awaken appreciation of modern prose, and to develop ability and originality in writing, ed with introduction, notes, suggestive questions, subjects for written imitation directions for writing, and original illustrations . ling stole over himwithout the slightest warning. He was not alone. Theslippery big trout dripped from his fingers. He sat motion-less, and stared about him. Nothing stirred; the ripple on the lake had died away;there was no wind; the forest lay a single purple mass ofshadow; the yellow sky, fast fading, threw reflections thattroubled the eye and made distances uncertain. But therewas no sound, no movement; he saw no figure he knew that some one watched him, and a wave ofquite unreasoning terror gripped him. The nose of thecanoe was against the bank. In a moment, and instinctively,he shoved it off and paddled into deeper water. The watcher,it came to him also instinctively, was quite close to himupon that bank. But where 1 And who ? Was it the Indian ? Here, in deeper water, and some twenty yards from theshore, he paused and strained both sight and hearing tofind some possible clue. He felt half ashamed, now thatthe first strange feeling passed a little. But the certainty. The feeling stole over him without the slightest warning. Hewas not alone EUNNING WOLF 61 remained. Absurd as it was, he felt positive that some onewatched him with concentrated and intent regard. Everyfiber in his being told him so; and though he could dis-cover no figure, no new outline on the shore, he could evenhave sworn in which clump of willow bushes the hidden per-son crouched and stared. His attention seemed drawn tothat particular clump. The water dripped slowly from his paddle, now lying acrossthe thwarts. There was no other sound. The canvas of histent gleamed dimly. A star or two were out. He happened. Then, as suddenly as it had come, the feeling passed, andhe knew that the person who had been watchin
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