it in his
rubber dress; but actual experience did not verify the assertion. In
fact, he could discover but little difference between the water of the
lake and that of the ocean. He might, possibly, float higher on the
surface of the former, but very little. He found the water as clear as
a crystal; but a veritable dead sea so far as animal life was
concerned. There is no life in its depths except little worms that are
found around the bottom of piles or on pieces of submerged wood, and
these turn to flies. Wishing to prove to his own satisfaction that fish
would not live in the lake, Paul procured some trout and turned them
in. The moment they touched the briny water, they died as though
shot by an electric current.

On the second evening after his arrival, Paul entered the water to
paddle out to Antelope Island, about fifteen miles from shore. He was
warned of danger in case of a wind; but thought nothing of it at the
time. After slipping over the glassy surface of the lake for about ten
miles, he noticed a heavy cloud coming down from the surrounding
mountains and in a short time it was churned into a short, choppy sea
by a squall blowing thirty or forty miles an hour. The waves were not
very high, but slashed about him in such a manner that his eyes, nose
and mouth were filled with the salty foam which caused intense agony.
He still struggled for the island, hoping to reach it before he
would die of suffocation. He steered by the sound of the waves washing
against the shore. At last he heard the flap, flap, of the breakers and
he was swung against the rocky coast of Antelope Island. He knew that
no human being lived there; only a flock of sheep that had been taken
thither in flat boats to graze. He also knew there was something else
on the island for which he longed--fresh water. He groped about for a
time until he could open his eyes to see a little and fortunately
discovered a spring not far from where he landed.

The gale continued all night and he dare not enter the water while it
prevailed. Next morning a little steamer that was sent out to hunt him,
found him on the island and conveyed him back to shore, pretty badly
used up. He remained at the lake some time after, but did not make
any more excursions.

During the month of March, 1887, Paul, who had returned from a short
visit south, was feeling a trifle malarious. Regardless of the
time honored and tested reme