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at one another in silence ; the occasion was too sad for 
words. Mj friend sat down npon the rocks in despair ; 
I felt for, bnt had no power to console him. At last, 
slowly and sadlj, he broke the mournful silence : " Let 
■QS go home," he said ; and we went. 
Good bye, lovely ISTipisiquit, stream of the beautiful 
pools, the fisherman's elysium ; farewell to thy merry, 
noisy current, thy long quiet stretches, thy high bluffs, 
thy wooded and thy rocky shores. Long may thy music 
lull the innocent angler into day dreams of happiness. 
Long may thy deep holes afford secure havens of safety 
for the salmon, where they can bid defiance to the rapa- 
cious net and murderous spear. Long may thy romantic 
scenery charm the eye and gladden the heart of the artist 
and welcome the angler to a happy sylvan home. And 
often may I visit thee, beautiful Nipisiquit ! 
