gets snared ought to be sent up for ten years - but the trouble was that it diverted his mind from fishing. While King was fussing at the hook and working himself into a temper over it, Bill went across the log, in, as he said, true boy scout fashion. I, asserting that I was a scout master (what a presumption on my part!) lustily cheered him on, but when he was safely on the other bank, I hurled a huge rock in the water close to the shore administering on him a cold shower-bath. He immediately started back, but I couldn’t resist the temptation to splash him again. He was soon at Waldo’s side and while they were working busily at the hook, I threw in great pieces of bark at the place where it was caught. However they finally got it loose. Waldo being disgusted with fishing, then committed the crime - he said he was going to float a boat. That was not so criminal, but before we got thru sailing boats we had come so near losing our tempers so many times and were so tired hat we had better never started.
     King and I started our ships of war - his was a Dreadnaught, while mine was a three-decker - and soon we were merrily at it, hurling rocks and stones at the pieces of wood, floating along on the water.  Bill didn’t put