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the forest — where I jjroeured a horse and wagon, and 

 reached Malone . in the evening. The gas-lights in the 

 streets w^ere burning, the solid pavements w^ere under niy 

 feet, — and I, loyally as I love the woods, must admit that, 

 after my lengthy sojourn in the wilderness, these, and the 

 rows of blocks and solid buildings, gave me great satisfaction 

 and a new appreciation of tlie comforts and pleasures of 

 the works of man. 



The next morning came in holiday attire. I met it half 

 way, by discarding every vestige of my clothing worn in 

 the woods, with its smell of smoke and tar-oil, found a 

 barber, and felt that my wanderings in the forests for that 

 summer were ended. I was again in the land of time- 

 tables and rail-roads; and when my train moved into the 

 station, with alacrity I ol)eyedthe summons, " All al)oard!" 

 and was speedily whii'led away towards Inmie ! 



