So they lived, in daily touch with the great heartof Nature. They saw the sun rise on one side of the rocky headland, and set upon the other; they watched the great storms sweep across the lake, and the lightnings stab into the water. Sometimes, at night, the gale would shake their tent until they could not be sure if it was wind or thunder; but the stays held fast, and they slept untroubled. And then the storm would pass, and in the morning there would be the lake, sparkling in the sunlight; and the sky, clear as crystal, with the white gulls wheeling about, and grey-blue herons standing near the shore.
There were bass to be caught from the rocky point. “So we must have at least one meal of fish every day,” declared Thyrsis.
“I’m willing,” said Corydon—“if you’ll catch them.”
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