Jumping jiminy! That was a new one on me. Lakes moving around like people that live in flats—good night! And where would Temple Camp be, I'd like to know? And just after we paid four dollars and eighteen cents to put up a springboard.
"If you wouldn't mind," I said, "I'd like to know how that could happen. Because if it's going away I'm going to stalk it."
"Do you know what erosion is?" he said.
"Not guilty," I told him.
"Well," he said, "it's earth being eaten away, kind of."
"By who?" I asked, "he must have some appetite."
"By the water," he said; "that's what causes changes in topography."
"All right," I said, "I'll take your word for it. But will the lake be there when we get back, because I've got some eel lines out?"
He said, "Oh, yes, it won't move till May first." "Thank goodness for that," I told him.
I guess maybe you'd better look at the map now, hey? It isn't much of a map, but you should worry. If you don't take a good look at it, pretty soon you won't know where you're at. I guess you can squint out the valley between the mountains. That's Nick's Valley, everything around there belonged to old Nick. If he didn't own the moon, it was because he couldn't reach it.