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trouble or perplexity seems a thing of the past — 

 almost left in another world. What matters anything 

 in this great wild country — the day nor the hour nor 

 the year are of any account. What a glorious thing is 

 a cold plunge in early morning in the swift-flowing 

 river near the tent, where the night before the deer 

 drank, and along which all the furtive wild creatures of 

 the night stealthily made their way in the moonlight. 

 Here one feels how good a thing it is to be alive, to 

 be hungry and to eat, to be weary and to sleep. 



