Two boatmen were standing on the shore beside a birch-bark canoe, so fragile and unstable that the slightest imprudence on the part of its occupants would inevitably overturn it.
The sky was cloudless, the weather magnificent, the air not too cool, nor the sun too warm.
The lake was at its very best this beautiful morning. The sun had absorbed all the mist of the previous night, and no one could not have asked for a more superb summer's day.
The horses being already harnessed to the carriage, our friends immediately started in the direction of Bamble.
"The drawing of the lottery is to take place in three days as you are, of course, aware, my children. You intend to be present, do you not?"
