DAYS ON THE NEPIGON. 



misapplied energies. There would not have 

 been a dry eye in the school. 



At this magnificent pool, one of the beauty 

 spots of the world, we adjust our tackle, and 

 in earnest go a-fishing. The hour "when the 

 air is laden with the indefinable odor of the 

 warming earth," the hour so impatiently 

 awaited, has arrived ; and here we commence. 

 On tiptoe for the first strike, we moisten the 

 maiden-feather of the season, see our Par- 

 macheene Belle make her debut, and realize 

 the dreams and hopes of many dull winter 

 days and nights, when we looked longingly 

 forward with almost interminable craving for 

 this very moment; but with now a feeling of 

 having again come into our own. 



At last we are out o' doors, with the river 

 and the rapids, the hills and the trees, and 

 quite content with life, for here is something 

 of the ecstacy of living, the joy of physical 

 existence. Here at this haven of the blest we 

 find the sovereign remedy, medicine, and good 

 medicine, too, for that peculiar disease, spring 

 fever ; and there is nothing in the world now 

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