Publisher's Synopsis
The firm of Minot & Doane sat on the doorsill of its store on Lake Miwasa smoking its after-supper pipes.It was seven o'clock of a brilliant day in June. The wes-tering sun shone comfortably on the world, and a soft breeze kept the mosquitoes at bay.Moreover, the tobacco was of the best the store affor-ded; yet there was no peace between the two. They bicke-red like schoolboys kept indoors."How many link-skins in the bale you made up to-day?" asked Peter Minot.
