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chose both, and with such absorbing interest that it was 

 well into the afternoon before we sought a mossy bank. 

 under shady trees, by a cool spring, and dined. 



The guides respected our hunger, and the beautiful trout 

 curled and browned before the fire until they were food lit 

 for a Roman Kmperor. A spring bubbled at our feet, the 

 merciful smudge startled and awed the vengeful, winged 

 hosts that gathered to dine on us. we ate our till, and then 

 the aroma of the pipe. the hunter's solace and the fisher- 

 man's comfort, mingled its fragrance with the breath of 

 spruce and balsam and the IH.M hank on which we 

 reclined. There are days. and there are days. This wa- 

 of the sort to be looked forward to, enjoyed like choice-t 

 friendship, and remembered like -Ira in- of mu-ic that go to 

 the heart. 



Again we were on the waler. floating down the river and 

 enticing Hie river'- -anie as before. The cxcning approach 

 ed. The guides took one of the boats and went a little way 

 up -tream to build a camp for Ihe night, leaving u> in the 

 Other boat to lish atour leisure. Suddenly the sky dark- 

 ened, and we discovered the approach of a thunderstorm, 

 black and savage. We hastened up the river to find our 

 camp, and in a little bay. or inlet. -uw the boat of our 

 guides, pulled our own on shore, turned it over, and 

 bestowed our luggage under it to keep it dry. 



Drawing on our rubber coats, just as the hiu rain drp< 

 bewail to descend, we hurried up to. the thick growth of 

 small spruces, where our guides were working with miirht 

 and main to build a brush camp. The rain came down in 



