It's like the sea--it's uncharted." Lewis Rand closed the door of the room, and went out upon the shady porch, where he found the hunter and a lounging wide-eyed knot of listeners to tales of Kentucky and the Mississippi.

The dinner-bell rang.

Adam fell pointedly silent, and his audience melted away.

The hunter rose and stretched himself.

"There is prime venison for dinner, and a quince tart and good apple brandy.