Rod and gun . A the breaking of a twig. Ever the lowsound of pines; now and then the crackleof aspens and birches. Filtered light ison moss and grass and rock ; overhead anempty sky to the hard, gray shore, deadwooded and foliaged, at the end of thejust ruffled water. A mighty, noise-fringed silence steeps him deep. It is on still gray days, however, thatthe Georgian is a most enchanting har-mony of low tones. The greens aredeeper; rock and sky and water graduat-ed shades of gray. If rain falls, the points reach out clear into the there is need for care. There isSomething awful about
Rod and gun . A the breaking of a twig. Ever the lowsound of pines; now and then the crackleof aspens and birches. Filtered light ison moss and grass and rock ; overhead anempty sky to the hard, gray shore, deadwooded and foliaged, at the end of thejust ruffled water. A mighty, noise-fringed silence steeps him deep. It is on still gray days, however, thatthe Georgian is a most enchanting har-mony of low tones. The greens aredeeper; rock and sky and water graduat-ed shades of gray. If rain falls, the points reach out clear into the there is need for care. There isSomething awful about these open placesin calm or storm, more awful because ateither end is perfect safet\-. Shelter atits head and heel seems to intensify thedanger; and yet it tones and braces oneso that he is always in two minds whichtlirill gives more delight, a turn of thecanoe from adamantine cover to wherethe sweep is the reach of Lake Huron orthe few strokes at the end of exposure tosafety again. .At times these open parts. 1. A Kind of Laughinff Wonder. It has Ccrae up out of Such Great Tribulation. 2. A Point Appears and Behind thePoint a Channel. 3. All the Rugged Beauty of it. 4. Rock is by Far the More Prominent. whole brightens a little. The greensglisten—leaf and moss and grass; the treeboles are glossy black; the lichened, grayrock becomes almost purple, the brownshines. Drop displaced water makes thesurface a myriad of short inverted icicles;over all on lake and leaf the sound ofrain. For the most part one can thread thisislanded coast with a canoe in perfectsafety. Now and again, though, wide are still as mill ponds. Then the two orthree mile way will lie close in. Its ajagged coast, black and washed clean:here a back of rock with a long smoothslope; there all seamed and gutted— mon-strous granitic claws stretched forever;now low sheer blufts; now massiveblocks; and all by water to the eyes lim-it moveless as the rock. .\t othertimes, one may wait days wind-bound,and th
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