that we are off full speed downstream before we recover. Putting the helm over we head up the river and are just settling down to regain the lost way, when—the engine stops l

“Variety is the spice of life,” so we take to the shore again and hold fast to a log eon- veniently stranded for our use. These little incidents, it may be remarked, give added pleasure to the excursion, and for the true motorist they supply that fulness and joy in life that cannot be obtained in any other way. This time the real seat of the trouble is found—moisture bridging the spark-gap.

Hurrah ! Now we are off, in real earnest. and triumphant smiles come quickly as swift: water is passed and we finally get over Big Bear Island Bar with only a few glancing knocks of the propeller on a stray rock or two.

Twilight has come and gone. The trees are still, and not a breath ripples the long and straight course of the ri\»'er——wide and ghostly, and reaching,r into darkness at the end of a lengthy vista that is only dimly definedipartly by the tall trees on each side, but more by the patch of faint light that falls on the water down the avenue before us. Gray forms float on the surface of the stream, turning a ghostly white as they near us. We look over to examine more closely, and find small floating islets of froth or foam, made. hours before far up, and now borne on the glassy surface of the tranquil stream. gathering in si7.e as they descend, or breaking against obstructions and vanishing suddenly out of sight.

Soon the surface of the river shows a pale gleam of light, and the white trunks of the silver birches begin to lose their spectral appearance as they stand out. one by one, from the dense pall of overhanging foliage. “‘0 look behind and enjoy to the full that: glorious spectacle, moonrise on a wide and beautiful river, in a country rich in mountain and vale; and as the increasing light brings into View one feature after another of the unfolding landscape, we marvel at its beauty, and at the softness and delicacy of all when pencilled by that companion and friend of the traveller by night— the gentle moon.

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