Ralph Bonehill

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Ralph Bonehill Young Hunters of the Lake (1908)

The sun was now well over to the hills in the west, and the trees along the shore cast long shadows over the rippling surface.
"No use of talking, such a spot as this is a regular Paradise," was Snap's comment. "I can tell you, there isn't anything like a life in the open!"
"Especially when it rains," suggested Giant.
"Or when you're caught in a blizzard," added Shep. "Do you remember that blizzard last Christmas?"
"Will we ever forget it," answered Giant. "Just the same, what Snap says is true—give me such an outing as this every time.
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Ralph Bonehill Young Hunters of the Lake (1908)

When at last the two boys reached the spot where the raft had been moored they found everything in readiness for departure. Whopper and Giant had strung all the craft together in a line, making quite a flotilla.
"They are after us—we've got to dust out lively!" cried Shep, as he and his chum struck the water's edge.
"You can't get in the Snapper," explained Whopper. "The outfit is in such a jumble there is no room."
"You stay where you are," ordered Snap. "I'll get in their rowboat and Shep can get in the canoe.
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Ralph Bonehill Young Hunters of the Lake (1908)

On all sides were the immense trees and dense brushwood, while the stream was dotted with little islands, covered with reeds and rushes and small, thorny bushes.
The sun had gone down, and as the darkness increased the boys looked at each other wonderlngly. This was not at all what they had expected.
"If this is Narsac Lake I don't want to stay here," remarked Shep. "Why, it can't hold a candle to Cameron or Firefly."
" No wonder nobody comes here," grumbled Whopper. "It's nothing but a swamp."
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