Now we plunged into a deep shade with the boughs lacing each other overhead, and crossed dainty, rustic bridges over the cold trout-streams, the boards giving back the clatter of our horses' feet: or anon we shot into a clearing, with a colored glimpse of the lake and its curving shore far below us.

Make sure your dog has a collar holding an identification tag.

I am a shipper, and yes, I prefer to read MSR.

“Don't take this the wrong way, Archie,” Arla begins, “but what the ef are you talking about?”