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more perfect inward satisfaction than I did on that 

 tempting string of freshly caught trout. I knew we 

 should have a breakfast fit for a king, and was not 

 disappointed. 



I have found on inquiry that a new state of things 

 exists in the Adirondack, one very different from that 

 I have been accustomed to. New highways cut the 

 forest, hunters' boarding-houses have sprung up along 

 the lake shores, and the business of guides has become a 

 re'gular profession. Where I once roamed alone with 

 my companions, I must now expect to meet white tents 

 and ladies and gentlemen from every part of the coun- 

 try. A little of this is pleasant, but the wilderness 

 without solitude loses half its charm for me, and I am 

 resolved to strike off to some point where no sights 

 or sounds shall meet me to remind me of the outer 

 world. 



Man grows better to be sometimes removed from the 

 stir, and clang, and rush of life, and muse alone with 

 nature. He may jot down only sporting incidents, or 

 describe striking scenery, or relate anecdotes, because 

 these are the things men care to read about ; yet there 

 are sweet, solemn times to the soul, when the inward 

 voice says : — 



