gly can be of no use to it."

"And do you suppose that the fishes are such asses as to fly about under
water, when they are once fairly fitted out with wings?"

"Nay, I know nothing of the matter; but that fish should fly in the air
seems more contrary to natur' still, than that they should fly in their
own element--that in which they were born and brought up, as one might
say."

"So much for contracted ideas, Magnet. The fish fly out of water to run
away from their enemies in the water; and there you see not only the
fact, but the reason for it."

"Then I suppose it must be true," said the guide quietly. "How long are
their flights?"

"Not quite as far as those of pigeons, perhaps; but far enough to make
an offing. As for those squirrels of yours, we'll say no more about
them, friend Pathfinder, as I suppose they were mentioned just as a
make-weight to the fish, in favor of the woods. But what is this thing
anchored here under the hill?"

"That is the cutter of Jasper, uncle," said Mabel hurriedly; "and a very
pretty vessel I think it is. Its name, too, is the _Scud_."

"Ay, it will do well enough for a lake, perhaps, but it's no great
affair. The lad has got a standing bowsprit, and who ever saw a cutter
with a standing bowsprit before?"

"But may there not be some good reason for it, on a lake like this,
uncle?"

"Sure enough--I must remember this is not the ocean, though it does look
so much like it."

"Ah, uncle! Then Ontario does look like the ocean, after all?"

"In your eyes, I mean, and those of Pathfinder; not in the least in
mine, Magnet. Now you might set me down out yonder, in the middle of
this bit of a pond, and that, too, in the darkest night that ever fell
from the heavens, and in the smallest canoe, and I could tell you it was
only a lake. For that matter, the _Dorothy_" (the name of his vessel)
"would find it out as quick as I could myself. I do not believe that
brig would make more than a couple of short stretches, at the most,
before she would perceive the difference between Ontario and the old
Atlantic. I once took her down into one of the large South American
bays, and she behaved herself as awkwardly as a booby would in a church
with the congregation in a hurry. And Jasper sails that boat? I must
have a cruise with the lad, Magnet, before I quit you, just for the name
of the thing. It would never do to say I got in sight of this pond, and
went away without taking a trip on it."

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