MY SUMMER IN A GARDEN-. 133 



Society. I was, not long ago, in the 

 Adirondacks. We had built a camp for 

 the night, in the heart of the woods, 

 high up on John s Brbok, and near the 

 foot of Mount Marcy : I can see the 

 lovely spot now. It was on the bank of 

 the crystal, rocky stream, at the foot of 

 high and slender falls, which poured 

 into a broad amber basin. Out of this 

 basin we had just taken trout enough 

 for our supper, which had been killed, 

 and roasted over the fire on sharp sticks, 

 and eaten before they had an opportu 

 nity to feel the chill of this deceitful 

 world. &quot;We were lying under the hut 

 of spruce-bark, on fragrant hemlock- 

 boughs, talking, after supper. In front 

 of us was a huge fire of birch-logs ; and 

 over it we could see the top of the falls 

 glistening in the moonlight ; and the 

 roar of the falls, and the brawling of the 

 stream near us, filled all the ancient 



