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will excuse me, therefore, for referring you to the Doctor 

 and Spalding, who know all about the matter. Good day." 

 And my friend departed without finishing the story Smith 

 told him about his killing the bear. I have never heard 

 the balance of that story yet. 



And now, Reader, a word to you, and I have done. When 

 the sun comes up over the city, day after day, pouring 

 his burning rays along the glimmering streets, shining on 

 and on in a changeless glare, till he hides himself in the 

 darkness again ; when your strength wilts under the ener- 

 vating influences of the summer heats, and you pant for the 

 forest breezes and the " cooling streams," remember that the 

 same wild region I have been describing, the same pleasant 

 rivers, beautiful lakes, tall mountains, and primeval forests 

 are there still, all inviting you to test their recuperative 

 agencies. The same singing birds, the fishes and the game 

 are there waiting your pleasure. Visit them when the 

 summer heat makes the cities a desolation. Give a month 

 to the. enjoyment of a wilderness-life, and you will return 

 to your labors invigorated in strength, buoyant in spirit 

 a wiser, healthier, and a better man. 



FINI3. 



