Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1915-08-13

To this she agreed, and together they
went again to the outlet Of the lake,
where the trout could be seen darling
to and fro on the clear, dark flood, and
there cast their flies till they had Sc
cured ten good sized fish.
well stop now" declared the girl.
81 don't believe in being wasteful.t
Once more at the camp they pre-
pared the fish for the pan.
AS they were unpacking the panniers
and getting out the dishes for their
meal thunder broke from the high
erags above the lake, and the girl call
ed out:
"Quick! It's going to rain! We
must reset the tent and get things I'M
! der cover"
Once more he was put to shame by
the decision, the skill and the strength
with which she went about re-estab-
| fishing the camp. She led, he followed
in every action. In ten minutes the
canvas was up, the beds rolled, the
panniers protected, the food stored
safely. But they were none too soon,
for the thick gray veil of rain which
had clothed the Hottest crags for half
an hour swung out over the water,
leaden gray under its folds, and with
roar which began in the tall pines,
a roar which deepened, hushed only
when the thunder crashed resounding-
ly from crag to crest the tempest fell
upon the camp and the world Of sun
and odorous pine vanished almost in
stantly, and a dark, threatening and
forbidding world took its place.
But the young people, huddled close
/ together beneath the tent, would have
enjoyed the change had it not been for
! the thought of the supervisor. II hope
he took his slicker," the girl said be-
tween the tearing, ripping flashes Of
! the lightning ITS raining hard up
there"
"How quickly it came. Who would
have thought it could rain like this
after 50 beautiful a morning"
ut storms when it storms in the
mountains" she responded with the
sententious air of her father. "You
never can tell what the sky is going
to do up here. 1t is probably showing
on the high divide. Looks now as
though those cayuses pulled out some
time in the night and have hit the trail
for home. That's the trouble with stall
fed stock. They'll quit you any time
they feel cold and hungry. Here comes
the hall" she shouted as a sharper,
more spiteful roar sounded far away
and approaching. Now keep from
under"'
what will your father do?" he
called.
Don't worry about him. He's at
home any place there's a tree. He's
probably under a balsam somewhere,
waiting for this ice to spill out The
only point is, they may get over the
divide, and if they do it will be slip
perry coming back"
For the first time the thought that
the supervisor might not be able to re.
turn entered Wayland's mind, out he
said nothing of his fear
The hail soon changed to snow
great, clinglng, drOwsy, soft, slow
moving flakes, and with their coming
the roar died away and the forest be-
came as silent as a grave of bronze
Nothing moved save the thick falling
feathery, frozen vapor, and the world
was again very beautiful and very
mysterious.
I'VE must keep the fire going" warn
ed the girl. at will be hard to start
after this soaking"
He threw upon the fire all Of the
wood which lay near and BerIie. talk
ing the aX, went to the big fir an(
began to chop off the dry branche,
Which hung beneath. working almost
as effectively as a man. Wayland in
sisted on taking a turn with the tool
but his efforts were so awkward tha
she laughed and took it away again
you'll have to take lessons in swing
ing an AK" she said. "That's part Of
the job"
Gradually the storm lightened, thu
snow changed back into rain and final
ly to mist, but up on the heights tn,
clouds still rolled wildly, and through
their openings the white drifts bleak,
Ghone
ITS all in the trip said Berrie
, "You have to take the weather as
comes on the trail" AS the storm les
sened she resumed the business o
cooking the midday meal, and at
o'clock they were able to eat in CON
l parative comfort, though the unmelte
+ snow still covered the trees. and tn
water dripped from the branches.
l isn't it beautiful exclaimed Way
= land, with glowing, boyish face. 9TH
: landscape is like a Christmas card"
3 at wouldn't be so beautiful If yo
! had to wallow through ten miles of it,
she sagely responded Daddy will b
e wet TO the skin, for ] found he didn
e take his slicker However, the su
e may be out before night. That's th
e way the thing goes in the hills"
10 the youth, though the peaks wer
storm hid, the afternoon was joyous
Berrie was a sweet companion. Tn
e der her supervision he practiced a
5 chopping wood and took hand a
- cooking
t He had to admit that she was bette
t able to care for herself In the wilder