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chose botli, and witli siioh al)sorbing interest that it was 

 well into the afternoon before we songht a mossy bank, 

 under shady trees, by a cool spring, and dined. 



The guides respected our hunger, and the beautiful trout 

 curled and browned before the fire until they were food fit 

 for a Roman Emperor. A spring bubl)led at our feet, the 

 merciful snuidge s1;irtled and awed the vengefijl, winged 

 hosts that gathered to dine on us, we ate our fill, and then 

 the aroma of the pii)e, — the hunter's solace and tlie fisher- 

 man's comfort, — mingled its fragrance with, the breath of 

 spruce and balsam and the moss}' bank on which we 

 reclined. There are days, — and there are days. This was 

 of the sort to be looked forward to, enjoyed like choicest 

 friendship, and remembered like strains of music that go to 

 the heart. 



Again we were on the water,, tloatiug down the river and 

 enticing the river's game as before. The evening approach- 

 ed. The guides took one of the boats and went a little way 

 up-stream to build a camp for the night, leaving us in the 

 other boat to fish at our leisure. Suddenly the sky dark- 

 ened, and we discovered the approach of a thun'der-storm, 

 black and savage. We hastened up the river to find ovn- 

 camp, and in a little bay, or inlet, saw the boat of our 

 guides, pulled our own on shore, turned it over, and 

 bestowed our luggage under it to keep it dry. 



Drawing on our rubber coats, just as the big rain-drops 

 began to descend, we hurried up to the thick growth of 

 small spruces, where our guides were working with might 

 and main to build a brush camp. The rain came down in 



