134 TIIK HKAVKH HIVKI: \\.\TKits. 



further inti. the wilderness. In the reprehensible drawing of 

 lots for guides (the "reprehensible^' being in the result) I 

 drew John, "the Talker." lint I forecast my calamity. I 

 was then in blissful ignorance of what fate had awarded 

 me. and will not now anticipate. 



At four o'clock in the morning, we were up and awav, 

 on foot, followed l>v a team of horse-- conveying our baii' 

 gage, on our way through the forest, over a horrid road 

 to "Still water." or AVai'dwell's. eleven miles distant. One 

 ordinarily likes heller In read of Ihc glories of an early, sum 

 iner morning, than to actually get up and learn of its 

 exalted beauty experimentally. Iut if there is ever an 

 unfeigned joy. it is when one " iroing in." at the beginning of 

 his vacation. set-, out upon a walk Ihrougli the genuine, un- 

 qualified forest, on such a bright, freslj. dewy mornin 

 was youchsafed t< us. If Fenlon's boarders had been 

 awake, they would have witnessed certain eaperings and 

 saltations, on the part of our dignified company, during the 

 brief delay before we finally set out. that would have 

 entirely convinced them that something besides the wine of 

 the air had been imbibed. Men oil' in the woods arc, after 

 all, only boys, of a larger uTowlh. let out of school. 



AVe took lunch in our pockets, not waitinir for breakfast. 

 and after an hour or two. lindiiiir a mossy bank by a little 

 stream that had wandered but a few steps from tin- spring 

 where it was born, we spread ourselves around, in a free- 

 and-easy and miscellaneous way. and restored the waning 

 freshness of our spirits with hard boiled eggs, sandwiches, 

 and cold water. Then on again we went, up hill and down. 



