as if it had lungs.« »And this lake is not absolutely still, for you perceive there is a little ripple on the shore, and you may even hear the surf, plunging, at moments, against the rocks.« »All d--d poetry! One may call a bubble a ripple, if he will, and washing decks a surf, but Lake Ontario is no more the Atlantic, than a Powles Hook periagua is a first rate. That Jasper, notwithstanding, is a fine lad, and wants instruction only to make a man of him!« »Do you think him ignorant, uncle,« answered Mabel, prettily adjusting her hair, in order to do which she was obliged, or fancied she was obliged, to turn away her face - »To me, Jasper Eau douce appears to know more than most of the young men of his class. He has read but little, for books are not plenty in this part of the world, but he has thought much; at least, so it seems to me, for one so young.« »He is ignorant, he is ignorant, as all must be who navigate an inland water, like this. He can make a flat knot and a timber hitch, it is true, but he has no more notion of crowning a cable, now, or of a carrick bend, than you have of catting an anchor. No - no - Mabel; we both owe something to Jasper and the Pathfinder, and I have been thinking how I can best serve them, for I hold ingratitude to be the vice of a hog. Some people say it is the vice of a king; but I say it is the failing of a hog, for treat the animal to your own dinner, and he would eat you for the dessert.« »Very true, dear uncle, and we ought indeed, to do all we can to express our proper sense of the services of both these brave men.« »Spoken like your mother's daughter, girl, and in a way to do credit to the Cap family. Now, I've hit upon a traverse, that will just suit all parties, and as soon as we get back from this little expedition down the lake, among them there thousand islands, and I am ready to return, it is my intention to propose it.« »Dearest uncle! this is so considerate in you, and will be so just! May I ask what your intentions are?« »I see no reason for keeping them