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woodland, and, I randfather

We caravelly beach, and

Bates sta

"This is the Glenarm dock, sir; and that's the boat-house"

He waved his lantern toward a low structure that rose

dark beside us As we stood silent, peering out into the

starlight, I heard distinctly the dip of a paddle and the

soft gliding motion of a canoe

"It's a boat, sir," whispered Bates, hiding the lantern

under his coat

I brushed past him and crept to the end of the dock

The paddle dipped on silently and evenly in the still

water, but the sound grew fainter A canoe is the raceful, the most sensitive, the most inexplicable contrivance

ofquiet shores or steal into the very harbor of

dreams I knew that furtive splash instantly, and knew

that a trained hand wielded the paddle My boyhood

summers in the Maine woods were not, I frequently

find, wholly wasted

The owner of the canoe had evidently stolen close to

the Glenarm dock, and had h the wood