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and not throngli Croton pipes; to see the sun sliine from 
out the blue skj, instead of being reflected amid murk 
and smoke from heated bricks. 
The spruce and fir-trees stretched in solid mass like a 
green 'svall on either side; occasionally, a white pine 
loomed above them, or a birch, with its satin bark, 
broke the dull hue ; or where the landscape was more 
open, the graceful elm or willow stood forth in solitary 
beauty ; and the juniper, with its endless names of hack- 
matac, tamarack, larch or cypress, waved its weird arms 
aloft ; or the light, quivering poplar, with its never- 
resting leaves, cast an uncertain shade. 
The -weather had been changeable all day, occasionally 
bright and pleasant, the next moment dark and lowering 
— now the sun shining bright and warm over the hill- 
sides, then the rain driving in spiteful showers and veil- 
ing them in mist. The storm no sooner forced on our 
overcoats than the suu shine persuaded them off. Toward 
night, when heavier and blacker clouds obscured the 
sky, we determined to camp, and chose a point opposite 
a little tributary rivulet called Sandy Brook. 
That evening and the next day were passed complet- 
ing our camp equipage of tables, chairs, basins^ and 
various little articles, and in waiting for the river to fall. 
During this time one of those pleasant incidents occurred 
that are intensely enjoyed in rough woodsman's life ; two 
gentlemen who had been up the river and were returning, 
stopped and dined with us. There was a grand discussion 
over flies, resulting in a mutual exchange, and a general 
mourning over the condition of the water, with, how 
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