1 Across its frozen surface, from the farther bank, a single hill rising against the western sun threw the long conical shadow which gave the lake its name.
2 Beyond the lawn, with its pyramidal pale-gold maples and velvety firs, sloped pastures dotted with cattle; and through a long glade the river widened like a lake under the silver light of September.
3 The magic place was deserted: there was no sound but the splash of the water on the lily-pads, and a distant drift of music that might have been blown across a sleeping lake.
4 Kennicott brought down a fat red squirrel and at dusk he had a dramatic shot at a flight of ducks whirling down from the upper air, skimming the lake, instantly vanishing.
5 It was the entrance to a Chippewa Indian reservation, a sandy settlement among Norway pines on the shore of a huge snow-glaring lake.
6 She found a pasture by the lake.
7 Sweet winds blew from the sunny lake beside her, and small waves sputtered on the meadowy shore.
8 But they were set among elms and lindens on a bluff which looked across the lake to fields of ripened wheat sloping up to green woods.
9 THEY were driving down the lake to the cottages that moonlit January night, twenty of them in the bob-sled.
10 When Kennicott rejoiced, "We'll have a great time this summer; move down to the lake early and wear old clothes and act natural," she smiled, but her smile creaked.
11 At the lake cottage she missed the passing of the trains.
12 The prairie encircled the lake, lay round her, raw, dusty, thick.
13 Ray said that he would like to see the ocean; it must be a grand sight; it must be much grander than a lake, even a great big lake.
14 They drove forty miles to the lake in Elder's new Cadillac.
15 While the men floated on the lake, casting for black bass, the women prepared lunch and yawned.