. Rod and gun . l bag. Soon we went till the camp we had chosenappeared in full vision. Up from the lake-side the rocks mounted skyward, pinetrees like generals leading them which had waited for years inthe silence unbroken save by the Indianspaddling baywards or storms which re-echoed from headland and island. Sometrees, seared and broken, lay prostrate,crumbling like bread at the touch of afinger. Chipmunks and birds and lithelittle serpents, squirrels and porcupinesall were abounding. No formal roads ledup to the cabins, but each put his footwhere another had trodden and thusf
. Rod and gun . l bag. Soon we went till the camp we had chosenappeared in full vision. Up from the lake-side the rocks mounted skyward, pinetrees like generals leading them which had waited for years inthe silence unbroken save by the Indianspaddling baywards or storms which re-echoed from headland and island. Sometrees, seared and broken, lay prostrate,crumbling like bread at the touch of afinger. Chipmunks and birds and lithelittle serpents, squirrels and porcupinesall were abounding. No formal roads ledup to the cabins, but each put his footwhere another had trodden and thusfound the easiest way of ascending. Think of a tired man waking onemorning, waking and waiting for usualnoises. Instead, the lap-lap of babywaves touching softly the rocks and thedriftwood around them. His only journalThe Sun, which has already printed lake-world in glorious glow of warm bath room the lake right in front of hiscabin. A plunge and a swim, then all ruddyand dripping he dons enough clothes. The Rest Cure,
Size: 1311px × 1907px
Photo credit: © Reading Room 2020 / Alamy / Afripics
License: Licensed
Model Released: No
Keywords: ., bookcentury1800, bookdecade1890, booksubjectf, booksubjecthunting
