With my mind on Gillespie I put off in the launch, determined to study
the lake geography. A mile from the pier I looked back and saw, rising
above the green wood, the gray lines of Glenarm house; and farther west
the miniature tower of the little chapel of St. Agatha's thrust itself
through the trees. To the east lay Annandale village; to the northwest
the summer colony of Port Annandale. I swung the boat toward the
unknown north of this pretty lake, watching meanwhile its social
marine--if I may use such a term--with new interest. Several smart
sail-boats lounged before the wind--more ambitious craft than I
imagined these waters boasted; the lake "tramps" on their ceaseless
errands to and from the village whistled noisily; we passed a boy and
girl in a canoe--a thing so pretty and graceful and so clean-cut in its
workmanship that I turned to look after it. The girl was lazily plying
the paddle; the boy, supported by a wealth of gay cushions, was
thrumming a guitar. They glared at me resentfully as their
cockle-shell wobbled in the wash of the launch.
"That's a better canoe than we own, Ijima. I should like to pick up
one as good."
"There are others like it on the lake. Hartridge is the maker. His
shop is over there somewhere," and Ijima waved his hand toward the
north. "A boy told me at the Annandale dock that those canoes are
famous all over this country."
"Then we must certainly have one. We could have used one of those
things in Russia."
The shores grew narrower and more irregular as we proceeded, and we saw
only at rare intervals any signs of life. A heavy forest lay at either
hand, broken now and then by rough meadows. Just beyond a sharp curve
a new vista opened before us, and I was astonished to see a small
wooded island ahead of us. Beyond it lay the second lake, linked to
the main body of Annandale by a narrow strait.
"I did not know there was anything so good on the lake, Ijima. I
wonder what they call this?"
He reached into a locker and drew out a tin tube.
"This is a map, sir. I think they call this Battle Orchard."
"That's not bad, either. I don't see the orchard or the battle, but no
doubt they have both been here." I was more and more pleased.
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