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Title: Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 34 December 1886 to May 1887
Year: 1887 (1880s)
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Publisher: New York: Harper & Brothers Publishers
Contributing Library: Brigham Young University-Idaho, David O. McKay Library
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no rain with Wednesdaymorning, however, and the wind hadsomewhat abated. It was now from thenorth, and would permit our departure; sowe made what haste we could and gotaboard. As far as we could see, the broadlake was covered with white-caps, but thelittle boat headed gallantly into them;the waves looked enormous, and were lessthe w^ork of the present wind, though thatwas a stiff one, than of last nights gale.The boat rose and fell with a slap into thetrough of each succeeding wave; the la-dies, enjoying the excitement, sat coveredwith rubber cloths that streamed with thewater dashing in, laughing as wave orspray washed their faces; and Mr. Weggappeared somewhat grieved at their goodcheer. Would the ladies like to put back ?he asked. Put back?—what for? they indig-nantly demanded. Oh, I can stand it if you can. Thump-ing across the waves this way might starta plank. Yes, sir, it is a stout boat, as Itold you. Only—well, ladies usally areliable to get scared at such times as this.
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SHOOTING ALLIGATORS. MR. WEGGS PARTY ON THE KISSIMMEE. 427 We had crossed the roughest water,though still in a strong wind, and weremaking a tack by the Rookery, wlien, witha sudden crash, the sail fell rushing down. The oars! the oars! Dont let thewind get us out to sea! Mr. Wegg yelled,springing forward; but Leggins and Ma-ginnis had the oars in an instant, andheaded the boat into the grasses. It wasonly the sailing tackle broken by thestrain; a new rope, and we would beready for the lake again; and fortunatelywe descried a landing just ahead. Wepushed in, and as we did so a large blueheron rose and flew from her nest in alow spreading tree. No other birds wereseen, for this further shore of the Rookerywas almost bare of trees; but Maginnisadded the rare eggs of the blue heron tohis collection, previously enriched by aneagles egg, cream-colored and with flecksof chocolate brown: the herons eggs wereas large as a goose egg, three in number,and of robins-egg blue. A momentlater we fou

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