We frequently selected the trout we wanted, and rested the bait patiently and persistently on the end of his nose at a depth of eighty feet, but he would only shake it off with an annoyed manner, and shift his position.
We bathed occasionally, but the water was rather chilly, for all it looked so sunny.

Sometimes we rowed out to the "blue water," a mile or two from shore.

It was as dead blue as indigo there, because of the immense depth.

By official measurement the lake in its centre is one thousand five hundred and twenty-five feet deep! Sometimes, on lazy afternoons, we lolled on the sand in camp, and smoked pipes and read some old well-worn novels.

At night, by the camp-fire, we played euchre and seven-up to strengthen the mind--and played them with cards so greasy and defaced that only a whole summer's acquaintance with them could enable the student to tell the ace of clubs from the jack of diamonds.
We never slept in our "house." It never recurred to us, for one thing; and besides, it was built to hold the ground, and that was enough.