A summer on the Canadian Prairie . the heavy trail. Guess you better sleepover night and get an early start to-morrow. It was the last day of June, and the thermometer stoodat a hundred in the shade, but through the exceedingdryness of the atmosphere one felt no lack of after dinner I set out for a long walk along theLake-shore. The wild cherry had shed its fragrantblossom, and the green fruit hung in thick clusters allalong the trail. Scarlet lilies beckoned invitingly fromthe range of hills and hillocks on the left, but I walkedsteadily on. About four miles out the trail made
A summer on the Canadian Prairie . the heavy trail. Guess you better sleepover night and get an early start to-morrow. It was the last day of June, and the thermometer stoodat a hundred in the shade, but through the exceedingdryness of the atmosphere one felt no lack of after dinner I set out for a long walk along theLake-shore. The wild cherry had shed its fragrantblossom, and the green fruit hung in thick clusters allalong the trail. Scarlet lilies beckoned invitingly fromthe range of hills and hillocks on the left, but I walkedsteadily on. About four miles out the trail made a dipdownhill, and a wide tract of land curved into the Lake,as though in an effort to reach the other side. This isSmales Point, and the favourite camping - ground ofvisitors. Smoke was rising from a tiny shack on theshore. Tents were pitched here and there. Had I butknown that they were probably the tents of my country-men, I should have made completer survey, but thinkingthey were the usual habitations of Indians or their near. ^3i5*^ ?= <
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