THE JOYS OF ANGLING 17 



away "; none incessantly so situated as was that un- 

 known ancient and most unfortunate author of this 

 pathetic pair of couplets: 



See I a dog? there 's ne'er a stone to throw! 

 Or stone? there 's ne'er a dog to hit I trow! 

 Or if at once both stone and dog I view 

 It is the king's dog! Damn! What can I do? 



Says Dr. A. T. Bristow in The World's Work 

 magazine, " The man who wishes to secure the best 

 reults from the days which he spends in search of 

 rest and renewed vigor, will not seek the artificial 

 life of our great hotels with all the attendant ex- 

 citement, false standards of living, and a table which 

 is an invitation to gluttony. So we in our struggle 

 with the gigantic forces which make up modern civil- 

 ization must return to nature for refreshment and 

 renewed strength. The forest, the mountains, and 

 the streams hide the elixir of life. We need to get 

 away from the crowds, from idle gossip, from the 

 trivial observances of society, the fetters of custom. 

 There is no rest like that which is hid for the weary 

 within the shady recesses of the great woods, and 

 camp life is far preferable to that counterfeit of 

 camp life, a hotel in the mountains. You can sleep 

 as soundly in a bark camp on a thick bed of balsam 

 as on the softest mattress in a hotel bedroom. A 

 tramp through the woods is what you need for mind 

 and body. The fatigue will bring to your tired eyes 

 sleep far more refreshing than the stuporous slumber 



