Outing . I FORGOT ABOUT LUNCH AND STARTED BACK DOWNSTREAM 728 THE OUTING MAGAZINE. WE WILL OMIT ANY REFERENCE TO OURCONVERSATION mankind. On either hand the undulat-ing hills of perennial green vie with asky of indigo. Beneath the rays oftropic suns nature paints with her deep-est dyes. The water is as clear as crystal andI experienced the sensation of the aero-naut gliding over an element that couldnot be seen. Fish, eels and denizensthat I am unable to class, darted to rightand left to hide beneath the vari-col-ored lilies along the banks. We had been traveling three hoursperhaps when lunch
Outing . I FORGOT ABOUT LUNCH AND STARTED BACK DOWNSTREAM 728 THE OUTING MAGAZINE. WE WILL OMIT ANY REFERENCE TO OURCONVERSATION mankind. On either hand the undulat-ing hills of perennial green vie with asky of indigo. Beneath the rays oftropic suns nature paints with her deep-est dyes. The water is as clear as crystal andI experienced the sensation of the aero-naut gliding over an element that couldnot be seen. Fish, eels and denizensthat I am unable to class, darted to rightand left to hide beneath the vari-col-ored lilies along the banks. We had been traveling three hoursperhaps when lunch began to assert it-self. I left the paddling to Emiline amoment so that Doc and the Quarter-master could catch up and was standingin the b®w of the cayuca, looking for asuitable place to camp. Of a sudden apeculiar twang broke the stillness of thetropic noon. The twang was followed by an ominous whiz or swish whichcould not possibly have lasted more thana few seconds, but it seemed to me aquarter of an hour or more. I felt the blood mount to my face. Awarm glow stole over my b
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