Ho ! TOR THE WiLDWOODS ! — THE LaKKS AND THE MOXTNTAIIT 



Streams. 



Reader — 



Have jou ever been away in tlie wild woods, 

 beyond tlie range of civilization, where the sound of 

 tlie hammer, the lowing of flocks and herds, the voice 

 of the ploughman, as he cries " Gee up I Gee whoa I" 

 to his weary team, were never heard? Have you 

 ever stood on the margin of some beautiful lake, as 

 it lay slumbering in the midst of nature's wild luxuri- 

 ance, above which the mountains reared their gigantic 

 heads to the clouds, and around which the tall trees 

 stood as " God and nature" made them, unscarred by 

 the woodman's axe, sighing and moaning in the sum- 

 mer vands that swept among them ? Have you all 

 alone, by yourself or with an experienced woodman, 



