IN A FISHING COUNTRY 



Black-flies choose low cover, and wor- 

 ship the sun; a warm hour in October 

 brings them out after nights of keen frost. 

 Exposed camping-grounds, with moss, 

 shrubs, bushes and tall grass, are to be 

 avoided. Quite bare spots are freer of 

 them, and they do not harbour in the close 

 shelter of trees. For mosquitos a smoke, 

 for black-flies a flame, — if you would con- 

 sult their dislikings. A dragon-fly or two, 

 imprisoned in a house, will keep it clear of 

 mosquitos. Other things being equal, make 

 choice of a companion who does not use 

 tobacco; you can deflect most of the flies 

 to him with your pipe. 



The air of the city knows no peace. Were 

 it made visible, how would the confused 

 sea of brutal noise that beats about us con- 

 found the eye! Our voices, striving to 

 assert themselves above the din, take on a 

 loud and strenuous tone; nor is it easy to 

 attenuate the volume and the stress. Yet 

 this the price for much that is to see and hear 

 in the quiet woods: — seen and heard, that 

 yieldsso greatdelight. The pitch and quali- 

 ty that barely prevail in street or car thrust 

 out obtrusively from the subdued back- 

 ground of whisperings and murmurings — 

 in as gracious keeping with the tranquillity 

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