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Nearly all carried snugly-cased fishing rods, whose sum- 

 mer work was ended. The Chateaugay, the Saranacs, 

 Paul Smith's, Baker's, Martin's, and yarious other 

 familiar names met our ears. "We envied none of them. 

 Our cup of joy, happiness and contentment was full to 

 the brim. There was no room for ' ' envy, hatred and 

 malice," but a feeling of gratitude and thankfulness to 

 the Author of every "good and perfect gift," welled 

 up from our hearts. 



