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woodsman, who, like all enthusiasts of his kind, was already 

 over-supplied, and who bought every new tiling useful, 

 useless and ornamental that cauirht his fancy in the stores 

 where fishermen are furnished. An old, worn-out woolen 

 suit, designed in my benevolent moods for some poor but- 

 honest man of my dimensions, and a pair of strong boots, 

 with the avails of a moderate cheek, were all I was obliged 

 to think about for myself. 



It \\as somewhere anioni; the midnight hours of .July 

 llitli that I'x-nson pive the orders, "All ready! Shoulder 

 pack' Forward. March'" There was nothing to be gained 

 I iy dcimirriim or pleading that the human spinal column 

 \\:i not adapted to the ponderous load 1 was directed to 

 take up. So, wriirirlinu' into the straps of the park-basket 

 a^ ties) I could, in imitation of the ludicrous contortions 

 of my captain, and seiy.iiir a handful of rods and various 

 article- that refused to be packed, 1 followed him down the 

 stairways of our hoarding house; and we bravely wended 

 our way through the silent streets to the near at hand rail 

 road depot. Niirht watchmen looked warily and suspi 

 cioiisly at us, but the fish rod is ever a passport -except on 

 forbidden streams and the tramp had not yet developed 

 into a recoirni/ed constituent of the advanced civili/.ed 

 community. \Ye escaped arrest and the confiscation of 

 our lu^-aire. and were soon on board our train and hurry- 

 ing through the darkness to the Utica that refuses to be 

 " pent up." 



Arriving al that point, we hastened to bed for the frac- 

 tional niii'ht remaining, leaving orders with the sleepy 



