are," said Tom.
"Seems to me we must have found it pretty near all out by this time.
There can't be many more stupid things that we haven't done."

"There won't any accident happen to-night," replied Harry; "for I'll
make sure that the tent is pitched so far from the water that we can't
be wet again. I wonder if every fellow learns to camp out by getting
into scrapes as we do. It is very certain that we won't forget what we
learn on this cruise."

"I'm beginning to get tired of ham," exclaimed Joe. "We've been eating
ham ever since we started. Let's get some eggs to-day."

"And some raspberries," suggested Jim. "It's the season for them."

"And let's catch some fish," said Tom.

"That's what we'll do," said Harry. "We'll sail till eleven o'clock, and
then we'll go fishing, and catch our dinner."

This suggestion pleased everybody; and when, at about six o'clock, they
set sail, with a nice breeze from the south, everybody kept a look-out
for a good fishing ground, and wondered why they had not thought of
fishing before.

[TO BE CONTINUED.]

THE ROVERINGS' FOURTH.

BY MATTHEW WHITE, JUN.

It had been arranged for weeks beforehand, and the whole family were
delighted with the novelty of the proposition. Mrs. Rovering suggested
it on the evening of Decoration-day, as she and Mr. Rovering and Edward
and Edgar sat at the supper table, with patriotic appetites after their
long tramp to and from the soldiers' graves.

"I think," Mrs. Rovering began, as she buttered a biscuit for Edgar--"I
think we had better commemorate the Fourth in a manner that will not so
weary us as to-day has done."

The good lady always made use of those words which it seemed she must
have gone to the dictionary and picked out before she began to speak.

"Oh, pa, how many crackers will you give us this year?" burst out
Edward.

Mr. Rovering was in the fire-works business, which fact had always been
a source of the greatest satisfaction to his sons, and an awful trial to
his wife, who every night expected to see him brought home in a
scattered condition on a stretcher.

"What do you say to our not participating in the annual picnic, as it
always rains, and the silver-plated ware's mislaid, the ants get into
the sugar, and the boys into the pond?--what do you say to foregoing the
enjoyment of these sylvan delights, and spending the day in town? We
should thus have an opportunity of observing to how great an extent
explosives are