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Sueur, described by him nearly seventy years ago. I 

 thought I had seen all the fishes of the Delaware River 

 and its tributaries, but here was one that had escaped me. 



Such an incident as this is of far more importance 

 than the fact of finding a fish I had not previously met 

 with ; it leads me to hope that other novelties are in 

 store, and while I live I shall never take a ramble and 

 return empty-handed ; but perhaps better so than over- 

 burdened. 



A captious critic has said, "He sees too much." It 

 is true, sights and sounds crowd upon each other until 

 I am bewildered. Could I have seen less, I should have 

 learned more. I have never dared to recount the ad- 

 ventures of a single day. The sleepiest twenty -four 

 hours of the year is more exciting than a battle-field, if 

 one has the will to use his eyes and ears. I have seen 

 too much. Alas! it is the one fact that saddens me, 

 wherever I ramble. 



Scarcely had I disposed of my burdens and pushed 

 from shore than I was in sight of the goal of to-day's 

 journey. The tide being with me, I was soon beyond 

 the lone ash -leaved maple that stands upon a little 

 " point no-point," and the pretty fringing of attractive 

 shores, where wild-rice luxuriates in all its beauty. I 

 feel the muddy bottom with the blade of my oars, I 

 hear the soft swish of the prow as it ploughs the clus- 

 tered yellow dock I am at the Twin Islands. 



Here are two small islands, together forming but a 

 small fraction of an acre, yet each with features pecul- 

 iarly its own. The one boasting of a single willow and 



