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the forest where I procured a horse and wagon, and 

 readied Malonc in the evening. The gas-lights in the 

 streets were burning, the solid pavements were under my 

 feet, and I, loyally as I love the woods, must admit that, 

 after my lengthy sojourn in Hie wilderness, these, and the 

 rows of blocks and solid buildings, gave me great satisfaction 

 and a new appreciation of the comforts and pleasures of 

 the works of man. 



Tin- next morning ; came in holiday attire. I met it half 

 way. by discarding every vestige of my clothing worn in 

 the woods, with its smell of smoke and tar oil, found a 

 barber, and felt that my wanderings in the forests for that 

 summer were ended. I wa> again in the land of time- 

 table-, and rail road-; and \\hen my train moved into the 

 station, with alacrity I obeyed the summons, " All aboard!" 

 and was -perdily whirled away towards home ! 



