The Syndicate, 1916

The Syndicate, 1916

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1916 edition. Excerpt: ...wooded. There stood the stately pines. They had the appearance, with their small bunches of foliage on the topmost boughs, to be sky dusters of some giant housekeeper, and the sky seemed to be in such clear shape as to foretell their use. Everything was fresh and clear, like the water on which we rode. We could see the bottom, see whole trees growing the same as on land, and now and then a fish swimming about in the various branches. As we approached the entrance to Kabekona Lake the current grew swift. We had some difficulty in following the channel, owing to the crookedness of the river and the length of our boats, yet, after a good many pushes from one side to the other, and oaring, we reached the lake. We motored across the lake to a fine sand beach. This beach was so inviting that in a little while the Syndicate, to a man, was in swimming. Here the water was cold, yet not so cold as Lake Benedict, and we played about in the water with the same comfort of the wild ducks. Doc and Clint made a fire on the shore and there we had a fine dinner. After dinner we cut a number of pine branches and made ourselves a very comfortable resting place, and were there enjoying peace and comfort until Fred got tired of looking into the lake. "Well, if nobody wants to fish, I do," said he, looking very serious. Of course, everybody wanted to fish, and in a little while the boats were packed and we headed for the other shore, trolling at a slow rate. The waves grew so high that we found it uncomfortable to fish, and all started back through the crooked river. We reached the inlet. There the cold, clear water was running a mill race. Fred stood upon a small bridge, which had been condemned, and cast for pickerel. He had not made many casts...show more

Product details

  • Paperback | 44 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 2mm | 95g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236794001
  • 9781236794000