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He stepped upon the raft, and thought how pleasant and how exciting it would be to sail over to Centre Isle, as the little wood crowned islet that rose from the middle of the lake was called. HE STEPPED UPON THE RAFT AND THOUGHT HOW PLEASANT AND HOW EXCITING IT WOULD BE TO SAIL OVER TO CENTER ISLE AS THE LITTLE WOOD CROWNED ISLET THAT ROSE FROM THE MIDDLE OF THE LAKE WAS CALLED
 was Tim Bunker. He was the ruling spirit of their party, and had the reputation of being a notoriously bad boy. He was in the habit of lying, swearing, cheating, and stealing; and people, judging his followers by their ringleader, had got into the way of calling them the Bunkers. Of course Captain Sedley was unwilling that his son should associate with such boys as the Bunkers; and so much did Frank dislike their company that it was scarcely necessary to caution him to avoid them. While Charles Hardy was waiting, he walked down to the water's edge. The sun was just sinking behind the green hills in the west, reflecting the shadows of the beautiful gold and purple clouds upon the surface of the silver lake. A gentle breeze was blowing down the valley, and the little waves broke with a musical ripple upon the pebbly sands. It was a lovely hour and a lovely scene, and Charles felt the sweet influence of both. He looked out upon the lake, and wished he was floating over its tiny wavelets. HESE UNRULY FELLOWS WAS TIM BUNKER HE WAS THE RULING SPIRIT OF THEIR PARTY AND HAD THE REPUTATION OF BEING A NOTORIOUSLY BAD BOY HE WAS IN THE HABIT OF LYING SWEARING CHEATING AND STEALING AND PEOPLE JUDGING HIS FOLLOWERS BY THEIR RINGLEADER HAD GOTTEN INTO THE WAY OF CALLING THEM THE BUNKERS OF COURSE CAPTAIN SEDLEY WAS UNWILLING THAT HIS SON SHOULD ASSOCIATE WITH SUCH BOYS AS THE BUNKERS AND SO MUCH DID FRANK DISLIKE THEIR COMPANY THAT IT WAS SCARCELY NECESSARY TO CAUTION HIM TO AVOID THEM WHILE CHARLES HARDY WAS WAITING HE WALKED DOWN TO THE WATER'S EDGE THE SUN WAS JUST SINKING BEHIND THE GREEN HILLS IN THE WEST REFLECTING THE SHADOWS OF THE BEAUTIFUL GOLD AND PURPLE CLOUDS UPON THE SURFACE OF THE SILVER LAKE A GENTLE BREEZE WAS BLOWING DOWN THE VALLEY AND THE LITTLE WAVES BROKE WITH A MUSICAL RIPPLE UPON THE PEBBLY SANDS IT WAS A LOVELY HOUR AND A LOVELY SCENE AND CHARLES FELT THE SWEET INFLUENCE OF BOTH HE LOOKED OUT UPON THE LAKE AND WISHED HE WAS FLOATING OVER ITS TINY WAVELETS
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