97 
HIGH BLUFF. 
It was a glorious morning when I left my 
mountain domicile for a long day’s hunt right 
into the heart of Pennsylvania’s most rugged 
territory. I rambled for miles over a magnifi- 
cent country, meeting with encouraging success, 
when suddenly my attention was attracted to a 
stately appearing building some miles distant, 
situated on a high bluff, from which a fine view 
of the surrounding charming landscape might 
be enjoyed. At once I decided to reach that 
high point of observation, and to enjoy the 
wonderful view it afforded of the charming 
country, stretching away from its base for miles 
in all directions. 
Believing it would be wise to refresh my 
somewhat wearied body before starting for my 
destination, I soon found a clear, sparkling and 
enticing mountain brook, where I ate my lunch, 
examined my “finds,” corrected my notes, then 
enjoyed a quiet smoke. Feeling refreshed and 
invigorated I started with brisk steps toward 
the rugged eminence. A short walk, a laborious 
climb, then fatigued and almost breathless I 
gladly dropped on a mossy bank near the edge 
of the elevated bluff. The view from my ele- 
vated position was full recompense for the labor 
expended in securing it. After fully enjoying 
the magnificent panorama of natural scenery 
spreading away before me for miles, feeling re- 
freshed in body and mind, I started on a tour 
