ventured to remark: "I should think such a trip would be 

 monotonous!" 



No such objection can legitimately be made, for every time 

 we set our prow in a different direction our hearts beat high 

 with anticipation. Every passage between the islands was 

 like a corridor leading into a more enchanting room of a great 

 picture gallery. The discomforts of the trip, the toil, the cold 

 and the rain was a small price to pay for glimpses of such sur- 

 passing loveliness as were seen all along the way. I have 

 made many canoe trips not one of them dull but none of 

 them have compared in the number and intensity of its thrills 

 and in its lasting impressions of beauty with this one which 

 taught us so much of nature her methods and her plans and 

 even of moral evil and good so that we can agree with Wads- 

 worth in saying: 



"One impulse from a vernal wood 



Will teach you more of man, 

 Of moral evil and of good, 



Than all the sages can." 



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