with Gun ft? Rod in Canada 



vaseline. Not having any in your kit, you are much 

 surprised when he produces a large tube of the soothing 

 lotion, which he carries for just such emergencies. The 

 only difference between his brand of cold cream and the 

 kind you are used to is that it smells to high heaven of 

 oil of cedar or pennyroyal. This keeps away the flies. 

 Smearing yourself lavishly, you select a shady, breezy 

 spot beneath the trees and have a regular sleep. 



A light lunch, a fine afternoon's fishing, and you have 

 completed the first cycle of your existence in the wilds. 



The second night is better than the first, and you enjoy 

 the succeeding days and nights with increasing pleasure. 

 You are getting stronger, hardier, and more independent 

 every hour. An occasional glimpse of a moose, bear, 

 deer, or humble " porky " lends a primeval spell to the 

 solitude. If you have a Kodak, you take some wonderful 

 pictures. Scenes and incidents imprint themselves 

 ineffaceably upon your mind. 



Finally the day comes when you and your companion 

 must point the prow of your faithful little bark down- 

 stream for Lowe's Landing and home. You leave the 

 woods behind with regrets and many pleasant memories, 

 say good-bye to your friend the guide, and head for 

 civilization. 



Sitting at your desk in the far-away city, you find time 

 for many brief reveries. As you think of your thrilling 

 first fishing trip, you marvel that you remember vividly 

 the delights and but vaguely its discomforts. 



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