The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1907-11-24

i Lynda and Ysonde were nibbling
away at broiled trout hot toast and
potted pheasant.
Dear. me-" said Lynda, Il really
must not eat like this; l have had three
II cups of bouillon to begin with. Xsonde
says YOU are the cleverest angler in
the verdi"
That. of course" said Ysonde, may
be an exaggeration, for 1 have seen
very few anglers.
oh you're not exaggerating one
bit | assured her. is there any toast
over there?'
Lynda deigned to serve me with hot
bouillon and Ysonde tossed a slice OF
toast to me. scandalizing her aunt.
You little savage" said Lynda, re-
proachfully.
Any trout LETT" / asked. Where
is Mr. Blylock?'
Here's the trout smiled Ysonde.
serving me a bit of the crisp pink fish.
Mr.. Blylock said hal several times
when he saw your two trout and went
down TO the rock fiourishing his rod
Very recklessly."
Mr.. Blylock never flourishes any
thing observed Lnyds.
NO, he waved it as Merlin might
why. Ysonde!" said Lynda, warm
ly.
l was discreet enough to finish my
toast in silence: | was very happy.
Now. Sir Fisherman said YsOnde,
| "a cup of this white wine with your
| trout? What! q whole bottle? oh,
| Lynda, look at him.
Il sec him." said Lynda, sIeepily, Il
| wonder what time il is
| Buck and Jimmy, having finished
| their dinner, which included a trout
| between them and a gallon or so of cof-
fee piled half a dozen logs on the fire.
| backed them with half a tree trunk,
said goodnight very politely. and am
bled away with the dishes and pail
of boiling water Ten minutes later
Blyloek came in with three fair-sized
| fish, which Lynda admired and l en-
| cured, and then Lynda and Ysonde
| ingly prayed to be allowed to retire.
Buck and Jimmy were already sound
asleep.
Of they snore," said I. there will
be murder done on Black Water shore"
Blylock lighted a cigar and 1 my
pipe.
'T never sleep well in camp the first
night" said l.
Nor asked Blylock. politely.
! mo. you old jay" said l. for l was
| becoming very fond of Blylock. That
| the moment, and Blylock blOssOmed out
as a story teller without equal I
| laughed till it hurt me, softly, of
course and still BlylOck, imperturbable
/ bland, told story after story, until
| marvelled between my spasms of
| laughter at the makeup of this BOs-
| tOnian. At last he went TO bed mildly
suggesting that follow his example.
which / did after / finished my pipe,
oil I IL IL
| tie.
About 10 o'clock Buck Hanson snored.
l leaned over Blylock, already fast
asleep. and poked the wretched Buck
until he stopped. Ten minutes later
Ellis began a solo which 1 have never
since heard equalled
Great heavensi" / muttured. and
jabbed him viciOusly with my rod butt,
but jimmy Ellis didn't wake and be-
fore I knew it. Buck Hanson, taking a
mean advantage, chimed in with a
snort that would have done credit to
a rogue elephant. This was not all.
dread to record it. but l am trying to
tell the truth in this stOry-I pray the
lady to pardon me il I suggest that
from the other side of the bark parti-
ton came a sound-delicate. discreet.
but continuous, in . short, a gentle
no. no. I can never bring myself to
write il down. / am no brute. madam
and, after ali. only men snore
A black fly got into my neck and
bothered me; later a nudge followed
the example of his erring colleague. To
STAY them both was my intention, and
in doing so ] awoke Blylock, who sleepi-
ly protested. This was eXasperating,
and I told him so, but he was asleep
again before / finished. Why on earth
should never be able to sleep more
than an hour or so on my first night
in CAMP VINO have camped in the
| forest for years. never can under
stand.
I endured the concerted shores of the
whole camp as long as I could. then
crawled TO the fire outside, hauled two
| fresh logs into the blaze. sWathed my
self in my blankets, lighted a fresh
pipe. and sat down with my feet to the
4 heat and my back against a sapling.
Outside the waveTing ring Of the fire.
| light the blackness was so profound,
50 hopelessfy inpenetrable, that ! won
dered whether a storm was rolling I'D
behind the Scaur. Trees. brush. rocks
and ledges-the whole huge-forest. root
and branch, seemed woven together into
curtains of utter darkness which wa
Verel, advanced and receded with the
ever dying, ever leaping flames. There
was no storm, for | saw stars on the
strip of darkness above-little pale
stars, timidly glimmering in the depths
of vast vault. The moon had long
ago passed behind the Scaur-that sui
len mass of menacing lodges, bIacken-
ing the fathomleSs stretch of the Black
Water. There were noises in the for
est. stealthy steps and timid scratch
ings-now faint, as if across the rock
ing lake, now nearer. now so sudden
and sharp that / invoiuntarily leaned
forward. striving to pierce the outer
circle of gloom beyond the fire ring
Once something brushed and rustled
among the leaves behind me- and | saw
a gray snake glide into the warm glow
by my feet.
Get out" I whispered, with ges-
ture of annoyance.
The serpent slowly raised its head.
flashed a forked tongue at me, swayed
moment then noiselessly moved on
into the night
'Salut. o mon Roll said a low voice
behind me. and Ysonde crept out of her
fragrant bed of balsam and curled up
in her blanket at my feet.
''Oh. dear she sighed. 'T am so
sleepy, but 1 can't sleep. Why is il.
Bobby:-I haven't closed my eyes
once
Then" said 1. under my breath. .it
was not you who"
'Sh-h! Lynda might hear YOU
Not probable. judging from syrnp-