Bert Wilson in the Rockies by J. W. Duffield
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page 59 of 176 (33%)
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In complete abandonment to their sense of well being they drew their hats
over their eyes and stretched out under the shadow of the trees that came down almost to the water's edge. A brooding peace enveloped them, and the droning of insects and the faint lapping of the water on the shore lulled them into drowsiness. Insensibly they lapsed into slumber. A half hour passed before Bert started up and rubbed his eyes. It took him a moment to realize where he was. His eyes fell on his sleeping companions, and he made a movement as though to awake them. Then he checked the impulse. "What's the use?" he said to himself. "There's plenty of time before we need to start for home." He yawned and lay back again. But now the desire for sleep had left him. After a moment he sat up again. "I haven't tried the canoe yet," he thought. "I'll take a little spin across to the island. They'll be awake by the time I get back." Noiselessly he walked down to the water's edge, unfastened the canoe and took up the paddle. There was scarcely a ripple on the lake except that made by the sharp bow of the canoe. There was an exhilarating sense of flying as his light craft shot away from the shore. Almost before he knew it he had covered the distance and was drawing up the canoe on the sloping beach of the island. It was larger than he had thought, at a distance, and toward the center |
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