PRINCE EDWARD ISLAND 67

coffee won’t pour, and an investigation discloses a chicken in the spout, the climax is reached. After that all are sober—because they cannot laugh any more,—and lie around in picturesque confusion, enjoying a rest in the heat of the day. Some swing in hammocks, novel in hand, but perhaps not in thought, for the novelty of the situation exceeds that of the story. Some pass the time at a quiet game of whist. The lazy man sleeps the sleep of peace, till wakened by the cry of Kitty, the energetic member of the party, who exclaims “Oh dear! I did not come here to sleep! I’m off to explore. If only I were on the opposite side," with a longing glance across the water. Will gallantly comes to the rescue; and taking her up like a feather, is soon in mid—stream. “Quick! snap them!” cries Florence, "and we will send the picture to that young lady of Will’s who is ten years his senior. Old maids are always jealous, you know.”

And so the day glides past with many a pleasant chance.

At evening we drink a cup of tea and look to our fishing gear. Flies, rods, and baskets are put in order. All clothing of any value is discarded. Top boots pulled

on, pipes filled, and we wend our way up or down stream, each to some favorite nook. Everything is quiet but the swish of the lines. The fish are lively, but small; and, just as we are tiring of that kind of sport, our hearts are gladdened to see, peering through a cloud, the bright full moon. Her silver light replaces the fading after— glow of the sunset. The small fish suddenly pauses and disappears as if he had gone to his bed; and silence reigns in the wilderness. Now we know that the real fun will begin, if there is to be any. Sure enough before long, and without the slighest warn— ing, a quick splash breaks the water, and the click, click, of Tom’s reel announces the hooking of the first three-pounder. The Sportsman’s heart beats high, as with practised eye and feeling hand he follows the wild rushes of the speckled beauty, and finally, with doubled rod plays him into the shallows where he is secured, And now the sport waxes warm. The water is beaten into foam as we fight with the struggling