CHAPTER I

N a beautiful evening, it may now be many hundretl years ago, a worthy old fisherman sat before his door mending his nets. The corner of the world where he dwelt was ex- ceedingly picturesqiie. The green turf on which he had built his cottage ran far out into a great lake; and this

'^1 ^ slip of verdure appeared to stretch into it as much

through love of its clear waters, as the lake, moved by