expedition, or rowing and angling in the lake, or fishing for trout in some stream two or three miles distant.  Nobody can stir far from camp without a guide.  Hammocks are swung, bowers are built novel-reading begins, worsted work appears, cards are shuffled and dealt.  The day passes in absolute freedom from responsibility to one’s self.  At night when the expeditions return, the camp resumes its animation.  Adventures are recounted, every statement of the narrator being disputed and argued.  Everybody has become an adept in woodcraft; but nobody credits his neighbor with like instinct.  Society getting resolved into its elements, confidence is gone.

Whilst the hilarious party are at supper, a drop or two of rain falls.  The head guide is appealed to.  Is it going to rain?  He says it does rain.  But will it be a rainy night?  The guide goes down to the lake, looks at the sky, and concludes that, if the wind shifts a p’int more, there is no telling what sort of weather we shall have.  Meantime the drops patter thicker on the leaves overhead, and the leaves, in turn, pass the water down to the table; the sky darkens; the wind rises; there is a kind of shiver in the woods; and we scud away into the shanty, taking the remains of our supper, and eating it as best we can.  The rain increases.  The fire sputters and fumes.  All the trees are dripping, dripping, and the ground is wet.  We cannot step outdoors without getting a drenching.  Like sheep, we are penned in the little hut, where no one can stand erect.  The rain swirls into the open front, and wets the bottom of the blankets.  The smoke drives in.  We curl up, and enjoy ourselves.  The guides at length conclude that it is going to be damp.  The dismal situation sets us all into good spirits; and it is later than the night before when we crawl under our blankets, sure this time of a sound sleep, lulled by the storm and the rain resounding on the bark roof.  How much better off we are than many a shelter-less wretch!  We are as snug as dry herrings.  At the moment, however, of dropping off to sleep, somebody unfortunately notes a drop of water on his face; this is followed by another drop; in an instant a stream is established.  He moves his head to a dry place.  Scarcely has he done so, when he feels a dampness in his back.  Reaching his hand outside, he finds a puddle of water soaking through his blanket.  By this time, somebody inquires if it is possible that the roof leaks.  One man has a stream of water under him; another says it is coming into his ear.  The roof appears to be a discriminating sieve.  Those who are dry see no need of such a fuss.  The man in the corner spreads his umbrella, and the protective measure is resented by his neighbor.  In the darkness there is recrimination.  One of the guides, who is summoned, suggests that the rubber blankets be passed out, and spread over the roof.  The inmates dislike the proposal, saying that a shower-bath is no worse than a tub-bath.  The rain continues to soak down.