Barefoot at the Lake
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Bruce Fogle. Barefoot at the Lake
BAREFOOT. at the. LAKE. A Boyhood Summer in Cottage Country. BRUCE FOGLE
THE HERON
OPENING UP THE COTTAGE
CATCHING CRAYFISH
AN EARLY SUMMER DAY
THE CANOE
SHOPPING IN BRIDGENORTH
THE SWIMMING LESSON
THE ROCKY SHOAL
THE GANG'S HIDEOUT
UNCLE'S STORIES
NEW NEIGHBOURS
THE VEGETABLE PATCH
NOISE ON THE POINT
FISHING FOR MUSKIES
FISHING FOR BASS
THE BONFIRE
A CANOE PADDLE
WALKING TO BRIDGENORTH
THE WRECK
THE FLOATING BRIDGE
THE MYSTERY
NOTHING HAPPENS
THE VISITOR
THE MONOPOLY GAME
THE SHOT DOG
SMOKED SALMON
THE BUNKHOUSE
THE MALLARD
THE TENT
TRAINING POPEYE
ADULTS' PARTIES
THE NEW BOAT
THE POWWOW
THE AGRICULTURAL FAIR
MRS NICHOLS' NEW COW
COLD RAIN
GRADUATION
CLOSING THE COTTAGE
A LATE VISIT
Postscript
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One day when Grace and I were crayfish hunting on the shore of the lake, we found a dead heron under a mighty elm tree.
‘How do you think it died?' I asked.
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Grace was surprised by my sternness, so she did, laying the feathers she had just plucked, and all the other feathers that were lying on a rock on the shore, on top of the heron’s body in its grave.
‘Good,’ I said and with the trowel I cut the grass in a long thin line around the heron’s extended legs, lifted the grass and set it aside then dug out the earth below so that its legs would fit in. When the heron was completely in its grave, using her hand, Grace pushed the black earth over it. Then she placed the turfs of grass back and stomped on them with her bare feet to make them smooth. While she did that I found an old dead cedar branch, broke it so that it made a cross and planted it on the bird’s grave.
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