MORNING IN THE FOREST. 41 



is it? There's a good deal more than that word conveys in 

 Midi a morning and such a scene as this; oh, I remember" 

 and UK- eves of my good friend, who usually concealed the 

 really earne.-t and noble side of his nature under a veil of 

 humor, were dreamy and his voice low and musical as he 

 -poke, " I remember the tirst summer morning 1 sa.\v in 

 the wilderness, ado/en years ago. Ifcame like a revelation 

 of what yes, of what heaven might be, if it should be 

 brought down to the earth. I suppose every man has a 

 little poetry hid auay in him, somewhere. That morning 

 \\.i- the key that unlocked mine. The forest seemed a vast 

 temple. the worshiper- all reverently silent ; and the sun 

 for the first time, as it slowly n>.-c and .-ceined to gaze be- 

 nignantly on lake and fore.-t, became Father of the day 

 and not its King. Ah, my boy." after a moment's silence, 

 "that seems a good while ago, though, and I've had some 

 hard knock.- in the world's rough and tumble ^incethen, 

 hut this sunrise sends me all the way back, over the year.-, 

 to ju.-t ,-uch a scene ;i- t his ;md to just such a delight a .- 

 you now e.xperieiice in seeing a forest sun rise for the, first 

 time." 



"Well!" called out the Captain, who was" already 

 busy about camp, fuxximj, as .Johnson styled his work, 

 " Well! if it takes you fellows much longer to determine 

 whether that's the break o'.lay or not, you won't, very soon 

 have break o'fast !" at \\hich desperate attempt at a joke 

 nobody smiled but himself. "We've got. to have some 

 trout for breakfast." continued he, "and 1 shall order out 

 another detail, if "Benson and the Professor don't proceed 

 at once." 



