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and not through Croton pipes ; to see the sun shine from 

 out the blue sky, instead of being reflected amid murk 

 and smoke from heated bricks. 



The spruce and fir-trees stretched in solid mass like a 

 green wall on either side; occasionally, a white pine 

 loomed above them, or a birch, with its satin bark, 

 broke the dull hue ; or where the landscape was more 

 open, the graceful elm or willow stood forth in solitary 

 beauty ; and the juniper, with its endless names of hack- 

 matac, tamarack, larch or cypress, waved its weird arms 

 aloft ; or the light, quivering poplar, with its never- 

 resting leaves, cast an uncertain shade. 



The weather had been changeable all day, occasionally 

 bright and pleasant, the next moment dark and lowering 

 now the sun shining bright and warm over the hill- 

 sides, then the rain driving in spiteful showers and veil- 

 ing them in mist. The storm no sooner forced on our 

 overcoats than the sunshine persuaded them off. Toward 

 night, when heavier and blacker clouds obscured the 

 sky, we determined to camp, and chose a point opposite 

 a little tributary rivulet called Sandy Brook. 



That evening and the next day were passed complet- 

 ing our camp equipage of tables, chairs, basins, and 

 various little articles, and in waiting for the river to fall. 

 During this time one of those pleasant incidents occurred 

 that are intensely enjoyed in rough woodsman's life ; two 

 gentlemen who had been up the river and were returning, 

 stopped and dined with us. There was a grand discussion 

 over flies, resulting in a mutual exchange, and a general 

 mourning over the condition of the water, with, how 



