Camp Fire Reminiscences of 
Shooting and Fishing 
INTRODUCTION. 
There are always some people who enjoy draw- 
ing near to Nature’s heart and in whom the prim- 
itive instinct is well developed. A bond of sym- 
pathy exists among them, and they judge not 
harshly each other’s actions. To such, tales of 
days spent in the wilds are always of interest, how- 
ever feebly they may be told. In the spring, when 
the grass turns green and the buds appear, there 
is a desire for the music of the stream. With what 
patience the born fisherman can east his line from 
morning until night finding enjoyment, even though 
he does not fill his creel. In the autumn when the 
mornings are crisp and the leaves begin to fall— 
when the mountains of the West resemble Persian 
carpets with their wealth of colour, and the woods 
of the East surpass them in magnificencee—comes 
the desire for the wilds which leads one away— 
whither, matters not, so long as the comforts of 
civilization are left behind. 
I remember well the first day I ever spent in an 
equatorial forest. The luxurious vegetation, the 
gorgeous insects and the beautiful birds were to 
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