n detail in "_The Young Hunters of the Lake_."

For this particular outing the supplies were extra numerous, and the
boys knew it was going to be no light task to transport them by boat
and pack.

"We'll have to make the best of it," said the doctor's son. "When
we are in the boat we'll have to row with care, and if we can't
tote the stuff over to the mountains in one trip we'll make two."

It was somewhat gloomy Monday evening, and the boys were fearful
that it might rain by morning. But the clouds cleared away during
the night and the sun came up in the morning as brightly as ever.
Each got an early breakfast, and by eight o'clock all were assembled
at the boathouse.

"Everything all right?" asked Whopper, who was the last to arrive.

"All O.K.," answered Snap.

Soon the supplies were stowed away with care, and then the chums
entered the craft. It was agreed that two should row at a time, and
Snap and Giant took up the oars. Several men and boys had gathered
to see them start.

"Don't forget to bring back another bear!" sang out one man.

"If you should happen to see that lion, better run for it," cautioned
another.

"We don't expect to see the lion, and we aren't looking for more
bears," answered Snap. "We are going to take it easy this trip."

"Well, I wish you luck," said the man. Then the boys set up a cheer
from the shore, and the chums answered it.

"Say, Snap, what makes you think this is going to be a real quiet
picnic?" asked Whopper on the way. "Now, I expect to bag about
fifty rabbits, a hundred partridges, some wild turkeys, a bear or
two, and that lion in the bargain!"

"Wow!" gasped Giant. "Whopper is to the front once more. Why not
make it two lions while you are at it?"

"Because there is only one, and I don't want to be---er---piggish."

"Why not say lionish?" questioned Shep.

"Aren't you going to hunt at all?" demanded the boy who loved to
exaggerate.

"Of course," drawled Giant. "I am going to hunt ants, and June bugs,
and horseflies, and worms, and-----"

"Oh, come off!" growled Whopper. "You know what I mean."

"To be sure we'll hunt," said the doctor's son. "But the cameras
are going ahead of the guns this trip."

"Speaking of cameras and worms puts me in mind of something I heard
yesterday," said Snap. "It's about trick photography. An amateur
photographer showed a picture he had of what looked like a fierce
snake on a rail fence. By and by he gave the tr