|RE we heirs of the pri- 

 mal wanderer, Cain, in 

 that recurring yearning 

 for wildwood freedom, 

 urging us at seasons to 

 break away from clipped and formal rou- 

 tine ? Do ancient instincts of the chase, 

 wrought in the blood by some shadowy 

 forester among our ten thousand ancestors, 

 chafe on the curb of civilization ? Even 

 the Roman poet man of the world if 

 there ever was one wanting only a touch 

 of fisherman's nature to be completely hu- 

 man and modern, rejoices in spring for the 

 kiss of southerly winds, and the launching 

 of the boats. 



The world has measurably filled up since 

 Cain's time ; but there are still left some 

 spaces of open air in which one may es- 

 cape a crowd. 



Canada is now the goal for American 

 sportsmen, as for cashiers. The Adiron- 



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