The next place was set down in the Guide Book as the "Three Sisters"
Islands, an appellation arising from the fact that there are precisely
_four_ of them.
I mentioned this apparent discrepancy to the boat clerk.
This young man, who belongs to a Base Ball Club, informs me that these
islands invariably travelled with a "substitute," as one occasionally
got "soaked."
This certainly seems a little curious, but as the young man says he was
born here, I suppose he knows.
This same young man pointed out a beautiful spot called Green Island and
asked me if I wouldn't like to live there.
He said he thought it would just suit me.
The attention of these people is really delightful.
Some of these places, however, have very inappropriate names, for
instance another little gem is called "Hog Island." No one knows why it
was so called. The clerk of the boat don't either.
He wanted to know if I had ever dined there.
I always make it a point to get on the right side of these Steamboat
fellows, always.
About half way up the Lake is a place called Tongue Mountain.
A long time ago a colony of strong-minded women settled there.
That may have had something to do with its name.
Nobody ever goes there now.
People go very near the mountain in boats, however, as it is noted for
something very extraordinary in the Echo line.
It has what is called a "Double Echo."
I fully expected something of this kind.
Now if there is anything I am particularly down on, it is those
unmitigated frauds known as Echoes.
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